Control

My hands are tied behind my back you love this helpless look, my mouth so open wide for you to take your deepest thrust. Yet my tongue is free to torture still so you can but suffer of it, it curls itself around you so while forcing me to take it. I look up and watch you writhing wild and bite so gently harder. I make your hand twist in my hair and thrust a little deeper. Your use of me this perfect way says that you control me. But can you stop right now my love? In that there seems a doubting. So where does the root of torture lie with you or with your slave? For I am here and tied so tight but you can never leave. ********* From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 BDSM Verses 2017

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Published: Dec 28, 2016
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Notes: I write novels and verse from my heart, reflecting my own lifestyle, where loving is between two people who care deeply for one another, and give in the fullest sense of the word.
In my writing there is no place for that which is not desired, no matter how it might present to those who do not know.

Crits very welcome---good or bad. I can only tailor my writing to my readers if I know what they enjoy reading about
The Francesca Anderssen book of BDSM verse (101 Erotic poems) is available on Amazon in Kindle and paperback
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VU4CPCG/
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Tags: #sex #submission #bdsm #bondage

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