He's my own personal bringer of Heaven and Hell
Torturing me in the most delicious of ways
His touch is as heated as a fire ablaze
That controlled stare throwing me into a craze
Pulling me of my enclosed shell
I combat with this being as if my life depends on it
Snarky responses forever nearby
But somehow the truth is never far
One day soon I need to scream his name
But only if he allows
This man without question is controlled
, cool.
And from the heat in my flower, I know I'll submit.
Desperate for his fingertips to play a song on my skin
But do bad girls ever win?
Good girls receive sugar, spice, things nice
But people like me?
We live for sin..
Masochistic thoughts swim in the vessel of my mind
Like an open ocean
Would he be willing to play this game
This ongoing play of pure seduction
Submission all for those intimate moments
On the waves floats all reason and sense
Sweet nothings whispered in the darkness
Moans of guilty pleasure
Fury embers
Flowery folds and smooth organs
I can feel the shroud of dark that is encompassing me
The sickening crave
The yearning of the most singular thing
I need him to own me.
If only once
Then once shall it be.
