Putty in his hands.
For every time his
fingers would linger,
I'd have no way to deny.
I couldn't resist my
body would jerk.
His dominance
was intriguing.
My body was easy,
but my mind that
was the trick.
He knew every
move I’d make before
I could confess.
Speaking the right
words that a touch
wasn't needed.
He could be in me.
In more than one way.
His tongue to speak in many
languages.
Leaving every inch of me
to convulse in ecstasy.
Trembling from head to toe.
Till at last his grip
would come forth.
My legs would begin to shake.
Biting my lip.
Quietly pondering please
don't stop.
Every whimper
Lick of my lip
Sweat to drip.
I was his.
Mind, body, and soul.