Erotica, R-18+

Her blindfold is on,
His inhibitions are gone.

A present on display,
A gift for his birthday.

She starts acting coy,
He breaks out a toy.

A feather across her lips,
A whip across her hips.

A stroke down her neck,
Ties to keep her in check.

He strips her down
And goes to town.

He starts going fast,
He tells her to last.

She asks him to slow,
Cause she’s about to blow.

In total submission,
She begs permission.

He does his thing
And she starts to sing.

Then she starts to yearn,
For him to take his turn.

She gets down on the floor,
Then she begs once more.

He uses her as a slaveling,
Then gives her what she’s craving.

This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’

Poetry

Slaveling