Laying down sideways, My back to your front,
You tickle My highways, You're teasing My cunt.
At first it's just playful, innocently care free,
Contemplating nothing sinful, it's just You tickling Me.
Then it becomes different, more like exploration,
Like the memory of an old scent, that demands restoration.
Now You have Me pinned, Do I really want up?
Your touch forces My grin, and hits Me like a truck.
I squirm and I giggle, under Your frame,
I laugh and I wiggle, but it's all just the same.
My body's never felt, sensations like these,
You're making it melt, and it's begging You...please.
Touch Me more here, blow more hot air there,
I'm beyond tasting fear, can't think enough to care.
Then You turn to face front, and begin on My back,
Without control, My body jumps, but it loves the attack.
I'm still facing the floor, for that's where You put me,
I'm Your pet and what's more, I love it quite bluntly.
I want to be owned, possessed, restrained and confined,
I feel like I'm home, and it's blowing My mind.
It's still feathered caresses, and an ocassional kiss,
Followed by oh fucks and oh yeses, thank the Gods I found bliss.
You're dark and You're naughty and I'm just Your toy,
I feel somehow so taudry, and somehow still coy.
Now You're rubbing Your cock against My waiting flesh,
My mind's going into shock, reality becomming a mesh.
My head is just reeling, as I grasp for the floor.
You grab My wrists, as I squeeling, Let My body beg for more.
I have been told that the body never lies,
My reactions more bold, as I try to contain My cries.
I want it like air, I can breath, I need it.
My body only has one care, and You seem ready to feed it.
It's all been through the cloth and now it's time to be free.
You're the light I'm the moth, and You're mastering Me.
You've clearly listened close, when I described in detail,
What My body likes most, which You've provided without fail.
But I knew this would come, quite some time ago,
So far You're second to none, and for now You're all that I know.
We're clothless and bare, laying there touching each,
I'm a pupil caught in Your lair, so please teacher, teach.
Finally flesh meets and My revels begin,
You're an oponent I can't beat, though I still hope to win.
Your skin is so tender, I want to feel Us as one,
This is one hell of a mind bender, We've been just friends since day one.
I've had My wet dreams, You've obviously had Your's.
Or else how could You do things, like You've done them before.
Not on someone else, but somehow on Me,
You've planned this yourself, from step 1 to 93.
Your motions specific, planned with the greatest of care,
Makes Me wonder after My visits, what was done when I wasn't there.
Your teasing and foreplay phenominal; astounding,
But if My mind is to stay, then I hope soon You'll start pounding.
No sooner the thoughts were formed in My head,
With pillow You propped Me up, and flattened Me out on the bed.
Then grabbed at My hair in a male passionate fist,
Move? I don't dare, I'm loving all of this!
I feel Your power holding Me down tightly,
It's already been two hours, and You've slowed only slightly.
I hope to keep up, as You growl in My ear,
Can I back up My strut? Or freeze caught in fear?
After You've satisfied the animal lust,
My sensations intensified and You've got my trust.
You could go in deeper, perhaps to real pain,
But like death knows the reaper, You know to stop all the same.
I am Your puppet, You're pulling My chords,
And until both needs are met, We'll remain on the floor.
You've established My place, You've given Me My role
I'm in YOUR time; YOUR space and I'm to do as I'm told.
You don't care how or what You have to do,
But I'm to cum once now, twice before We're through.
I know You're in control here, and usually pupets receive,
No similar treatment, as it's about the puppeteer's needs.
But the demands that You're making, aren't from master to slave,
All the pleasure You're taking, You want to give back in trade.
For this isn't done until We've reached Your goal,
We're both gonna cum, and My soul will be sold.
To the man with the dick who is still just behind,
My body. Who knows the tricks that makes mush of My mind.
I'm Your's now completely, whenever You call,
For You keep Me so sweetly locked there in Your thrall.
You pamper You're slave, while taking Your fill,
And this I'll take to My grave as My life's greatest thrill.

But this isn't real, I'm just sitting here daydreaming,
Or was that the real deal, and the puppeteer is still scheming?
 

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