Some "dirty talk". Elly, I personally don't find anything wrong with this, but please more it to the BCR if you feel it warrants it. =3
Why do I so rarely write expressive poetry when it expresses better than much of my fiction how I feel?
I must alleviate this.
~~~~~
I love it when you address me in such loving terms
And present yourself before me on your knees.
There is nothing more beautiful than your servitude
And nothing I aspire more
Than to rend your clockwork Angelwings
Beautifully kept, there is nothing more prideful in your life,
Than being beautifully owned by me.
Fully receptive, you splay before me, body tremouring with anticipation
There is a lack of care.
There is a lack of sense.
However you desire it
No other way.
I often forget if I am the man or the woman.
I forget which of us owns the cock.
Which owns the snatch.
I suppose it is no matter...
Both are mine, after all.
However you give no objections, smiling, loving;
And I know that that smile shall never fade.
Equal gender.
Equal role.
Show me the true definition of "Take it like a man."
Show me, my soul's desire, the Strength of a Woman.
Why is it that I see every heady breath of lust you take,
Shocked crystals diamond in the air
When you feel like fire deep inside
Where no one else will ever stroke you?
And while it is sex, it is love
In its purest, rawest form
Your loyalty is love.
You submission is adoration.
Your quaking, life-soaked body drips
With every part of me.
And it trickles down your back and I outright weep
Because it heals faster than I want it to.
You are truly beautiful when you are thus exposed.
And you are truly beautiful when you bleed.
Why do I so rarely write expressive poetry when it expresses better than much of my fiction how I feel?
I must alleviate this.
~~~~~
I love it when you address me in such loving terms
And present yourself before me on your knees.
There is nothing more beautiful than your servitude
And nothing I aspire more
Than to rend your clockwork Angelwings
Beautifully kept, there is nothing more prideful in your life,
Than being beautifully owned by me.
Fully receptive, you splay before me, body tremouring with anticipation
There is a lack of care.
There is a lack of sense.
However you desire it
No other way.
I often forget if I am the man or the woman.
I forget which of us owns the cock.
Which owns the snatch.
I suppose it is no matter...
Both are mine, after all.
However you give no objections, smiling, loving;
And I know that that smile shall never fade.
Equal gender.
Equal role.
Show me the true definition of "Take it like a man."
Show me, my soul's desire, the Strength of a Woman.
Why is it that I see every heady breath of lust you take,
Shocked crystals diamond in the air
When you feel like fire deep inside
Where no one else will ever stroke you?
And while it is sex, it is love
In its purest, rawest form
Your loyalty is love.
You submission is adoration.
Your quaking, life-soaked body drips
With every part of me.
And it trickles down your back and I outright weep
Because it heals faster than I want it to.
You are truly beautiful when you are thus exposed.
And you are truly beautiful when you bleed.
stupid
cat
