Your Masterpiece [Audio]

I hope you enjoy my newest erotic poem and my audio reading of it. 💕
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When the pitch black of
Deepest darkness descends,
Know that
Your little bird
Hungrily awaits You

With head upraised,
Mouth gaping wide,
Wild eyes searching, my
Small body quivers,
Pulsing with
Desire to be
Captured,
Held,
Taken by
You

I long to fulfill the
Hidden cravings
Bubbling up
Unbidden from the
Crevasse of Your
Shrouded soul:
I ache to
Experience their
Revelation, to
Feel their power
Flood my senses

I willingly
Give myself to You
Crumpling at
Your feet,
Prostrate before You,
A vulnerable offering for
You to use as
You desire, as
You need, to sate the
Wild, primal impulses
Welling up from inside Your
Darkest places

And yet, if I rise up,
If I run from You, my Lover,
Flying on the wind,
Will You chase me? Your
Hunted little bird
Fleeing from her
Desired captor, our
Hearts pumping,
Hunger growing,
Desperation mounting

Breathless,
Gasping for air, I
Stumble and
Crash to the ground,
Sprawled out,
Trembling,
Exposed,
Legs askew,
Labial lips glistening in the
Pale moonlight

Shivers run through my body and
My hair stands on end as I
Lie on the cool grass, my
Skin bare, porcelain,
Smooth, unmarked; my
Small breasts heaving, my
Red, ripe nipples
Rising and falling,
Ready to be tasted,
Longing to be
Devoured

I hear Your
Firm footsteps
Coming closer,
Steady
Strong
Sure, then,
Cold silence

I shriek as I see You, my
Hungry predator,
Watching me with
Fierce, burning eyes, Your
Powerful body tensed,
Ready to pounce, and I
Begin to roll away,
Getting to
My knees and
Desperately crawling from You,
Desperately hoping You'll
Snare me

I long to be
Ensconced in Your arms, for
You to make me sing, to
Draw forth from
My breath the
Most exquisite melody of
Beautiful agony and
Heartaching bliss

Your dirty girl
Craves Your
Forceful touch, to be
Handled roughly by Your
Strong, masterful hands,
to be hurt,
to be used

I ache to
Feel the
Burning sting of pain
Wash through me as You
Unleash Your darkness on my
Innocence, as You
Strike me,
Bite me,
Claw me…
Please, my Love,
Ravage me,
Mark me as Your own

My body will be
Your canvas…
You, a master artist,
Creating a
Beautiful masterpiece on my
Tender, unmarked skin

I long to be
Yours, all of me, I
Long to feel
Your intensity, with
All my being, to be
Fucked and filled by Your
Glorious thick shaft, fulfilled and
Overflowing with Your
Liquid treasure

I long to
Feel You
Thrust inside powerfully,
Again and again,
Making my body
Shake and writhe like Your
Little rag doll, Your
Sweet, dirty fucktoy, until
I'm bruised and swollen,
Beautifully marked by You,
Sopping wet,
Exhausted, elated
Flying so high…

My face aglow,
Eyes sparkling,
I curl up against You as
You lift
Your little one,
Holding me so gently, while You
Soothe my pain,
Content and safe in Your
Strong, protective arms

You gaze at me and
See my beauty, the
Masterpiece
You've created; You
Know it's good,
Very good, and You
Feel satisfied

I coo and sigh as
Healing warmth
Washes over me and
Through me as You
Tenderly love me,
Your joyful, beautiful
little bird