I love to tease him;
Oh! The way he begs...
any little bit he can get from me;
In between my legs.
I get off knowing that he does too;
Encouraging him brutally,
a maddened coup;
Dangerously close, too close to the edge,
Lets fall over swiftly, the future to dread.
I'm happy to call him master,
but I too like control...
I'm happy to switch,
to change up the roles...
Bind me. Blind me. Fuck me. Love me.
Drink me. Sink me. Fill me in your love.
Bite me, scratch me, cuff me, snuff me...
Because down here? Well, anything goes.
So close to heaven and so close to hell;
Fucking me madly, a perilous trail.
I fell from grace, further astray,
Out in the deep, the negative space.
Limbo; for the drunks and the hedonists,
The unfaithful, finding love;
A hole of nothing but deep despair,
I never wanted it like this, my God I swear.
©Millie S. Poet