astride

Straddled,
I plunder through
your pleasing surrenders;
all sanctity of pretense;
decorum be damned.

A willing prisoner now,
I convince you
in panting whispers;
please,

give to me
all
I want,
all of you;
every exquisite drop.

Comply,
unfetter us both, and I will
assume lead position,
utter demanding provocations;
direct me with a road map
to your escape,
let me hear you beg. . .and
without hesitations,
I openly accept your
offering. . .

Captured and detained
inside my holding cell,
I bear down; complete,
show you no mercy. . .
blissful torture;
I practice every persuasion
I can summon, but
you must struggle
for control,and
steal rationale away. . .
as I take my fill of you.

I feel you pour into me, and
as my grip takes hold,
entirely spends you
I smile victoriously. . .

You're all mine now.

never to be released . . .

. . .not until we've both had enough.