Tie me up in
red silk rope.
Bind my breast,
shoulders,
arms,
and belly.
Take the threads
to lasso
these
thick
thighs.
Tilt
my head
back
and slide your fingers
into my mouth.
Force
them
open.
While you
pat my soft
pink cheek.
Gag me
with your poetry.
Force
it
in
through
my lips
Let me whimper
and tear up.
As you feed me
word
after
word.
Metaphors
of panting painting
and other wives
who don't get fed
as well as me.
Make me beg
for your
pen stroke,
pleading
for your ink.
**** I love your poetry
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
Tie me up in
red silk rope.
Bind my breast,
shoulders,
arms,
and belly.
Take the threads
to lasso
these
thick
thighs.
Tilt
my head
back
and slide your fingers
into my mouth.
Force
them
open.
While you
pat my soft
pink cheek.
Gag me
with your poetry.
Force
it
in
through
my lips
Let me whimper
and tear up.
As you feed me
word
after
word.
Metaphors
of panting painting
and other wives
who don't get fed
as well as me.
Make me beg
for your
pen stroke,
pleading
for your ink.
**** I love your poetry
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