- Erotic Poetry
- The Visit
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Click hereAnticipation, trepidation,
Counting days
Sleeping, waking
Is it Tuesday, yet?
Things never done
A long, lone drive
Inconsequential!
I need to be where I need to be.
Hours later, there He is!
I fight the urge to cry out
Yet, gather all reserve
Into a proper and casual “hello.”
Head spinning,
Thoughts reeling.
Wanting to be kissed…oh, just once!
(But, never asking.)
Sated, actually
Just to be near Him,
And, to feel His control
As He stays my immature, carnal urges.
Perhaps it was the opening of my door
Or, the seating, at dinner.
I knew, then, I would fit His every queue
Despite any selfish longing.
I will visit
Again, and again.
And, I will present no expectations
Only asking that my sheer service is known.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoA sub, reveling in being controlled without the usual and obvious theatric displays. The true power lies in the mind.
