My hunger begs
I have a hunger that begs to be fed
Shape and curve, silhouette upon my bed
Tangled web, silken weave
Limbs bound, you shan’t take your leave
They satisfy, ache and need
Gagged whimpers, sighs, and cries they plead
Touch of a wheel where passions rise
Mutterings as they agonize
Tickle, touch and quiver make
Click of a tongue, their will doth break
Gripping, pulsating, sweat soaked skin
Pools of wax draw heat from within
Anticipation builds at every wrist snap
Lashings harsh across your lap
The burn and yearn, tingle and sting
The flesh it writhes beneath each swing
Shocking touch, a clamp and a crop
You beg for more, have mercy, don’t stop
A hint, a sign of amusing remedy
A long deep breath of sweet ecstasy
Ah, the pleasure of my satisfaction revealed
Appeased now, with a kiss it’s sealed
Until next we meet, my dear desire
When my hunger begs and you are required.
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