My master, my love.
You see this as a simple affair but darling it's more.
I can't seem to get you out of my head, or even my bed at times.
You can lie to them all you want but they don't know the lies you tell me at night.
How you love me, how you can't resist me, how my lips are the only ones you want to feel.
Yet I saw you kiss him.
I'll be your little and littles stay loyal.
Will master do the same?
You are the boss & I dare not question it but at times I question whether you want him or I.
Are you in control then too?
Or just with me?
You tie me, spank me, make me beg.
You hurt me and I think you like that.
I don't like when you leave.
Itt makes me exhausted to try & act like I wasn't pleasing you the night before around our friends.
I want to hold your hand the way you hold my hair in bed.
Tightly yet not bringing harm
I want my lips to touch yours the way they do in the tub at times.
Master, I am yours.
But are you mine?
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Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
