I bend you over ~
Make it REAL…
your cheek pressed against cold, hard, steel…
you arch your back – try to resist!
Soft brown locks fill My tightening fist
Metal chains restrain those wrists~
I watch the way your body twists…
I won’t be patient.
I can’t be kind.
I will not be gentle or take My time…
DESIRE.
FIRE.
TAKING US HIGHER.
you are the addict.
I’m the supplier.
your aching, trembling, crying & moaning…
I pick up the pace~
Sweating & Groaning…
And…
With
One
Final
Thrust…
ECSTACY
ERRUPTS!
you just can’t get enough…
of My
Rough
Love.
You have GOT to be kidding me; that is, that there is no response to this, yet.
How often do you find this; this level; depth? of understanding?
And in someone so young.
This is one of the most beautiful, insightful, utterly decadent, perverse and dominating poems I have ever read, Gabriel. And the next, Penetration + …? OMG.
How difficult it is to find this in someone so young. mmm. That probably won’t make sense to many; which is why no one has ‘responded’ yet; … idiots. Or, maybe just, what, blind? Definitely stupid.
A woman like You comes along only, rarely; oh so very rarely. Perhaps, just perhaps, like a submissive, that really matters.