Erotica, R-18+

A quiet word,
Will have you kneeling,
Implicit control,
A sensual feeling.

But before we begin,
You must share your limit,
Your kinks and desires,
And what you strictly prohibit.

The truth is clear,
The choice is always yours,
To submit to my will,
To get down on all fours.

Because ‘no’ won’t mean stop,
We are going to explore,
And unless you say ‘red’,
You are giving me more.

Your body is mine,
To bite, spank and ravage,
Taking you as I please,
With the lust of a savage.

I’d say don’t be a brat,
But it is in your nature,
Will you rebel or comply,
Which urge is greater?

You want to be taken,
But not to be shamed,
To push back hard,
And then to be tamed.

I will look into your eyes,
And you will say the words,
‘Do whatever you like sir’
I won’t have you by thirds.

And once we are done,
I will bring you in tight,
With hugs and lotion,
Talking to make sure you are alright.

This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

Poetry

Submissive