your softly breathing sleep allows me to muse on times of love of how you care to devise for me such pleasures that I know not of
with softly tested link of chain that holds me to your loving bed to know that you are there to shield me with your tender bonds
before slumber claims my eyes I want to feel your hand in mine That I may know that you Lie close by for all our night.
I need to feel the tight confine Of my captive self that lies within full knowing that I am your slave at every sunrise wake
to do your bidding here by morn and seek your use of me in ways that have not yet seen light of day so you shall know me as your own
but dare I risk your wrath by want of something in this darkest hour, and think of all you did to me that brought me to my frenzy here?
my fingers stray and find such wet as you in passion full create with desire for you now so intense that I cannot but divide myself
and guide with care your sleeping hand where I can ride it in my thrall and pillow-stifle screams of need at thoughts of being used again
your touch though sleeping forces me into that driving ecstasy that has become my life with you with no other than this torment wild
that makes me use myself like this shameless as your wanton ***** needing all you do to me in ways that you need me to be
....Francesca Anderssen 2016
From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 **** Verses (Amazon)
I write of what I know from life as I have lived it. ***** yes, but in the company of liked minded people who have invariably been caring and courteous in parallel with their sadism. You might like other stuff I’ve written, (poetry and ****** fiction) available on Amazon on Kindle or paperback (Need, by Francesca Anderssen)