Is rooted in my need to have control;
Indeed, the fury of those ecstasies
Reveals my dominance, so full and whole.
You need not be subdued or tightly bound,
My silky voice the only tool I need;
A single word, or even just a sound,
Ensures: my every want, you'll gladly heed.
But what to do with you, now that you're here,
Your wrists criss-crossed and tied behind your back?
Kneel, I think, and come to me, my dear,
Yes that's it, love. You need a midnight snack.
Perfect, love -- now, lock your eyes on me,
And know you are my perfect fantasy.
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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.
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