Blame this on the absence between my legs,
or the aching tightness buried inside me.
Your strokes became the greatest prize I ever held,
and the way you positioned me
left me completely possessed.
Blame it on my values,
for they keep me gagged and restrained.
Blame it on my possessiveness,
for loving you has made me hunger in silence.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 10:16 AM UTC
Blame this on the absence between my legs,
or the aching tightness buried inside me.
Your strokes became the greatest prize I ever held,
and the way you positioned me
left me completely possessed.
Blame it on my values,
for they keep me gagged and restrained.
Blame it on my possessiveness,
for loving you has made me hunger in silence.