Tie me to the bedposts,
Use me at your will.
Thrust that hammer deep
'til you break my seal.
Use that whip or that flogger
or maybe your bare hands
'cause my body aches that sting
'cause my body aches that touch
as it gives me a pleasure
that can't be matched by any wand.
Cover my eyes with that fold,
make me beg for your hold
Leave me at your mercy
for me to be called your little whore.
Play with me as a toy,
draw that blood from my veins, oh that joy!
Your touch is what I crave,
you words are the ones I engrave
deep in my soul and heart
for I be your canvas to create a beautiful piece of art.
Your marks are all I adore,
and wear them with pride and joy
to be called your own.
For these constraints are where I feel free
and my trust in you is greater than my urge to flee.
This pain is what I love
and I submit to you fully thereof.
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Break me, Own me, Love me.
عاطفيةThis is a small collection of poems and BDSM one-shots. BDSM, can be a very sensual topic- difficult to understand for many. Here's just my take on how I see it; For me it is more than just sex, it is about trust, about emotions. This is my first e...
