I have been contemplating for a while now if I should post this poem or not.
But do you know what? I did not start this blog to have more eggshells to walk on, I have real life for that. You might ask, ‘but why post explicit sexual poetry’… you are asking the wrong question. You should be asking ‘why not’.
So now I leap. No turning back.
The following poem is not for young people.
If you want me, come over here
Make your move… But I have the knife
And I know no fear
Come over here and I will make you plea
I will tie you to the bed
What I will do then, we will see
Maybe I will force you, maybe suck you hard
No, this isn’t your time
I will sit on your face and watch you eat me
I watch you struggle for breaths
I don’t care, I grab your hair, I move my hips
Even now your hands reach out for my breasts
Your penis yearns to be touched
But the only part of you I want inside of me is your tongue
Your desires don’t interest me much
So as you lay there bound and helpless
My juices flow over your face
My mind and body become effortless
Your urges are of no interest to me
I am the boss
And I am free
But should you escape your binds and become free
Your revenge shall be sweet
Now tell me what you would do to me.
~ Becca ~