We play a game, a provacative tug of war.
Seductively sinful, our bodies destined to be one.
The sleepier the world gets
The more awake we become.
You tenderly kiss
My plump pink lips
As your hand on my neck
Tightens its grip.
You take pleasure in the whimpers
I start to make
As you say, "Not yet.
You're gonna have to wait."
I beg and plead
For you to give me sweet release,
But you demand control
And obedience to you as my creed.
Honestly it's the first time I've really written anything ******/explicit like this. Please give me feedback.