HE DOESN’T KNOW I LIKE TO MISBEHAVE, TO BE TREATED
THIS WAY WITH NO SAY…..
I LIKE TO POUT, MY MOUTH HE CAN’T TAKE HIS
EYES OFF..WANTING TO BITE…
I LIKE IT WHEN HIS EYES GO DARK,
SEEING HOW FAR I CAN PUSH BEFORE
HE SHUSHES….
HE MAKES ME CRAWL WHEN HE CALLS…
ALL NAKED, CAN FEEL THE WETNESS BETWEEN
MY THIGHS, MAKING ME HIGH…
I LEAVE A TRAIL FOR HIM, LATER HE CAN
GO BACK AND SMELL…
I FEEL FLUSHED AND RED, READY TO PLAY, TO BE HIS….
HE BLINDFOLDS ME, BEADS BREAK OUT, MY SKIN
COMES ALIVE, ON HANDS AND KNEES JUST TO PLEASE….
I FEEL HIM CLOSE, BREATH MAKING ME BE A GOOD
GIRL….
MY TONGUE SURFACES ON CRACKS, AND HE CATCHES,
TAKES IT INTO HIS OWN…..
HE ENGULFS ME, BENDING ME INTO ARCHES OF WORSHIP….
HIS TEETH ENGRAVES MY WHIMPERS, KNOWING HOW I
DELIGHT IN SUCH….
HANDS ROUGH, TURNS MY HEAD TO SPLIT MY VEINS,
TYING IN BOWS JUST TO POSE FOR HIM AND ONLY HIM.
I AM RESTLESS, NEEDY, ACHE, AS HE BREAKS ME IN HALF…
HIS MOUTH TRAVELS LOWER, BE BOLDER, AND ONCE AGAIN
I SUCCUMB, HIS SACRIFICE….
*IMAGE FROM PINTEREST*
*THERE WILL BE A PART 3*
PoeticDarkness 
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