You.

You know those
buttons, don't you?
Which to push, which to
pull, which to shove
and you do.

Until I am a writhing
whimpering mess
at your feet, wriggling
and breathless
so taken, so yours

and

I thought it impossible
to want you more than
I did but I was
entirely wrong and
I am so full of this
wet wanton spiral of
longing and lust and lasciviousness

as you stroke and fuel
those flames higher and higher
until I cannot breathe and
jump from that height
down to your waiting arms

only, you don't stop
do you? and your voice
urges me, eggs me on
drips into me
all of those most perfect
things until I am full
to overflowing
spilling out onto
everything
and you

I am so thoroughly
yours

this is where I want to be
for always
your good girl

11/16/2007

Posted on 11/16/2007
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