- Erotic Poetry
- Worship Me Gently
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The feel of my whip, as it lashes your skin...
fills me with power, I'm writhing within.
Your pleading for mercy, sends me over the edge...
your begging and moaning, are filling my head.
You ask for this punishment, you need me to lead...
your actions speak loudly, your desire to bleed.
The feel of my fingers, as they grip in your hair...
my tongue on your lips, I must taste your air.
You breathe life into my veins, that once ran so cold...
you give me this power, this energy to hold.
You let me think I rule, that I'm in control...
we both know you lead me, that you own my soul.
So tug your leash gently, as I lead you around...
whisper mistress softly, then don't make a sound.
Let me control you, I must take the lead...
Worship me gently, or my soul shall bleed.
