A night of sin planned ahead,
A candle lit room for two.
Dining on the fruits of seduction,
A table of satin sheets,
A plate of welcome, needy flesh.
Some might name this torture,
The way your touches make me scream,
But my shivering body knows better
And I say it’s pleasure for pain.
Your pinned and open butterfly,
Like a willing slave to your gaze.
Hot eyes like coals heat me,
Hands soft as silk please me,
Moans your reward for such patience.
Our pleasure hot and heavy
And still you wait willingly.
You’ll get your reward
If you appreciate my sin.
On my knees I beg for more
Hands searching, hunger flaring,
Begging for a taste of the forbidden.
Head bowed and always subservient
I come to you in need, my Torture.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
A night of sin planned ahead,
A candle lit room for two.
Dining on the fruits of seduction,
A table of satin sheets,
A plate of welcome, needy flesh.
Some might name this torture,
The way your touches make me scream,
But my shivering body knows better
And I say it’s pleasure for pain.
Your pinned and open butterfly,
Like a willing slave to your gaze.
Hot eyes like coals heat me,
Hands soft as silk please me,
Moans your reward for such patience.
Our pleasure hot and heavy
And still you wait willingly.
You’ll get your reward
If you appreciate my sin.
On my knees I beg for more
Hands searching, hunger flaring,
Begging for a taste of the forbidden.
Head bowed and always subservient
I come to you in need, my Torture.
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