Bind me

I’ll be meek

Your look demands

My silence, but

My eyes speak


At the maner

Of your violence

Not a squeak

Shall escape my lips

Spread-eagled for your lesson

I’ll tell you all you seek

A gasped, knifepoint confession

I surrender everything

You win

Dark smiles betray

I’ll culpa mea peek

As you survey me –

Your dominion –

I wait with bated breath

Prepared for you

To punish me for my sin

And watch you glory in it

With triumphant grin:

Butterfly kisses down

And across my hips

Sink your knife-blade in

Stay with me as I buck and hiss

Then lick me clean

Seal me with a bloodied kiss

I’m yours;

Your name forever

Scarred into my skin


28 comments on “Scarified

  1. Damm. *heads back to the gutter* You know where I’ll be if you need me.

    *Bloody Brits and their ruddy sexiness*

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  2. Ginger says:

    Hot! ***As she slips off into a bubble bath to read more***

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Vince says:

    Holy Moley, woman…I have a trouser tent in spite of lacking a pole!!

    You should make a regular thing of this erotic poetry thing. Maybe publish a volume thereof. Maybe gift a copy to any flatmates you might see hanging about the place. And then, if you do, DEFINITELY don’t enter said flatmate’s bedroom without knocking.

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  4. sachacreate says:

    Love it lolzzz ❤

    Liked by 1 person


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