I don't want to write you poetry
a poem from a submissive to her dom
I don’t want to write you poetry.
I don’t want to share how your intimate education
enlightens and emboldens me.
Nor how much I crave
this submission.
I don’t want you to know that
your existence in my life
can soothe as much as
it can exasperate.
Nor do I want you to realise
your particular mix of
pleasure and pain
drops boundaries for me.
I don’t want you to find out
how exposed and giddy I feel
when you look at me.
Or admit that having you
inside my head
is a full-time erotic distraction.
I don’t want to tell you
that the memory
of your dirty whispered words
wakes me from sleep
in the small hours
all slippery and wet.
I especially don’t want
to describe to you
the primal need
I have for
your cane on my flesh
your hands on my throat
your teeth on my skin
your mouth on my breast
and your cock in my …
I don’t want to write you poetry.
About the Creator
Tamara Wilde
Sexual explorer, artist, hedonist, writer of erotica.
Passionate about reducing stigma and shame around women enjoying, exploring and initiating sex, and around bdsm and other kinky pleasures.
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