I crave the heady aroma,
Of my submission on your skin.
That delicious sticky fragrance,
I can taste by breathing in.
 
The sensation of your hands upon me,
Without any sign of giving in.
The audible gasps and sighs,
That continue to escape my lips.
Pouring out like a raging sea,
From somewhere very deep within.
 
My cries for you,
Can’t you hear them?
Yes, primal and hungry they growl.
But not from any physical place,
Yet from deep within my soul, they howl.
 
Beat me, use me, and free me,
I am made putty in your hands.
Allowing you to freely mold me,
As your every desire demands.
 
Silence the noise I beg you please,
The chaos in my mind.
Help me discover this refuge my peace,
As my place at your feet find.

4/28/2021