Waiting for You

Please, don’t make me wait another minute,
another second for that sweet love.
My heart is tied in knots like the ones you use
to tie me down, spreader bar at my ankles,
opened up and on display for you.
I can’t stand it when you’re gone.
I try so hard to hide my fear of losing you,
afraid you’ll never cum back to destroy me again.
While I’m waiting, I scroll through the memories
of all the times you’ve brutally fucked me,
of all the nights I’ve slid into the morning
under the weight of your strong body.
You are the perfect man for me,
the way we connect, the way I claw at your back
and scream obscenities as my orgasms
collapse in on themselves
and my screams come up empty.
I’m here to serve your cock, your soul, your body
is mine, and mine is yours. I’m waiting
here for you to claim me once again.
I don’t know where you’ve been and I hope
that you’ll be here soon to cover me with kisses,
rekindling the hopes and dreams of our future.
Please tell me it’s not only this,
not just about the way you hold me down,
forcing your cock into my oblivion.
Tell me that you love me and need me
as much as I need you right now.
No one else will do!
Only your arms feel right as they restrict me.
Only your breath on mine is pure rapture.
I want you now, and forever after.
Don’t leave me here,
waiting.