CW: BDSM and sexual content.
Monsters Under the Bed
How nervous I am to fall asleep and meet
the roulette of nightmares.
The only thing I am good for is running,
a murderess of peace under the cloak of night.
You say you will meet me in my dreams
—firm and demanding—
the true nature of a dominant.
Eyelids flutter closed and for the first time
in months, fears tuck away under the bed…
afraid those hands will drag them away by the neck.
Consequences of 50 Shades
Women are orgasm factories in romance novels.
Cuming with a filthy little glance.
In real life, we work for the crown and we work hard.
Playing teacher, hoping for students who wish to be our pet.
To the left, not so hard, a little harder.
I won’t break, you know.
Please no, not another college fuck.
No…I didn’t get off…
Just lay there and play with my titties while I work—
watch me, observe the master.
Fan My Flames
Tell me how delicious I am,
dripping, like ice cream from
the cone on a hot summer’s day.
Be greedy, insatiable.
A begging, wandering dog feasting
upon a buffet spread across city streets.
Lift my body to your mouth by the handful,
and devour every morsel I have to offer.
Business Casual
Thong swishes
between ass cheeks,
down the hall
I glide.
Breasts exposed,
just enough to tempt
employee handbook guidelines.
Fabric brushes ass
begging your hand,
just one good spank,
and that low voice
telling me
what a naughty
fucking girl
I’ve been.
Late Night Snacking
Chocolate smears to stain
sheets and I know it requires
the wash/dry cycle. Too lazy
to strip the bed I’ll sleep in my mess.
It’s never blood, not from this body.
This frozen state sits so nice.
Bound, legs folded beneath.
Good girl.
Waiting for a command.
Except there is never any command to give
that can be followed.
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