sometimes you talk such ***** **** that even a seasoned pro in ***** talk
(such as myself)
is left with nothing more than a giggle
a sharp intake of breath
and a swimming head like I just drank a bottle of champagne
sometimes your words
make me rage with need and hunger
even more than your body does
sometimes I lean against my kitchen counter
that you ****** me against
when we forgot to make it to my big soft bed
and listen to you tell me
how you want to hurt me
come closer baby
bite me until you really taste me
leave my lips swollen and red
leave my hips bruised and aching
I want to see little constellations in my flesh
from
you

Touching you in a way
That makes you look a way,
And say,
Naughty things, good girls
Like you,
Shouldn't say.
Me touching you in a way,
Making you,
Feel a certain type of way.
Foreplay,
We've been playing all day.
Obey,
Its better that way.
Our touch,
can touch,
the both of us both,
in a selfish way.

You know what I  like; a fight.
Nice touch; and you love to bite.
We love the rush; you struggle
no match for my might.
Your tiny frame, twisted right.
Bending to my will.
Passion and skill,
screaming in pleasure-- you will.
Getting our fill, this little kink--
Heightens your delight.
Your body so petite, **** and tight.
squirmed your way to sweet surrender.
Gripping tight; it's now or never.
My weight pressed you to the bed,
Face down, pillowcase bracing your head.
Your *** up,
looking back at me,
just like I said.
My commands,
So stern -- you wet the bed.

Reaching down, I watched as your lips
Slowly they spread.
“command me!” is what they said.

i don't know why i try to fight you
there's just so much of you
you're so big
and i'm so small
so i fight
and squirm
and scream
and scratch
you whisper
"shh...
look at me.."
[and nothing has ever sounded so dripping in heat]
and i can't fight you anymore
just sweetly surrender
and let you overpower me
just the way you like
[just the way i like]
command me
and i
will
obey