Seized

O, my lovely little kitten - how thy beauty has me smitten,

By my lust I'm gladly bitten - my composure thus undone--

Thou was made for my claiming, thus my heart and sights be aiming,

Deepest passions come, exclaiming, at such speed as ne'er outrun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one. 

Of perfect curves exotic, thy every move hypnotic,

Thy voice a sound erotic, eyes that outshine brightest sun--

My fixation's my confession: thine endowments my obsession,

Such temptation, such transgression; self-control reduced to none--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

While thy beauty I'm adoring (at thy kiss, my need is soaring),

Softest places for exploring, if thy pleasure I have won--

Round thy wrists the scarves are winding, though thou struggle 'gainst the binding,

While thy pleasure my hand's finding, as our evening's just begun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

To thy knees I lower slowly, so to please me fully, wholly,

Though not to treat you lowly, lest my passion thou wouldst shun--

Thy mouth brings me near to boiling, in thy hair, my fingers coiling,

Hands and lips and tongue so toiling, with a prowess ne'er outdone--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

My voice growling, nearly snarling (almost time, my little darling),

Thy hair gripped in fingers gnarling, pulling hair in twisted bun--

Until finally I am teeming, near to overwhelmed and screaming,

Senses cloudy, as if dreaming, in a state of blessed stun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

We must have a sudden shifting, so to keep my bliss from drifting,

To thy feet my arms go lifting, and around thy body's spun--

Sweat-glazed skin in darker lighting; how alluring, such a sighting,

Smoothest shoulder my teeth biting -- pleasure wildly overrun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

I whisper as I enter thine exquisite carnal center:

'Let me be thy Dom, thy mentor above all and everyone--"

Slow at first but then increasing, in a rhythm never ceasing,

Mutual passion thus increasing, my thickness a loaded gun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

Fingernails thy flesh are scratching (I can feel thy pleasure hatching),

While thy pace my body's matching; mutual bliss on horizon--

Until finally in the shrieking, tightening 'round delicious peaking,

We are left to pant unspeaking, 'neath the slowly setting sun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

Finally, in afterglowing, stress of life (for now) forgoing,

Intertwined in quiet knowing of how our lust must be done--

Bound submissive to my needing; every word and order heeding,

On each other's pleasure feeding, locked in symbiotic fun

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

(Special thanks to E.A. Poe, for letting me borrow his rhyme scheme.)