~a poem~

There’s just something
About the smell of his leathers,
The engulfing aroma,
When he is near,
That I can’t let go.

There’s just something
In his stare,
His eyes fixed
On me,
Seeing me
Through to my bones,
That I can’t let go.

There’s just something
In the way he squeezes
My hips,
Digging into my flesh,
And the final
Bite of his nails
That I can’t let go.

There’s just something
In how he pulls my hair,
Craning my neck back,
Guiding me anywhere,
That I can’t let go.

There’s just something
In his worship of my ass,
Caressing my cheeks,
And the crack!
Of his spanks,
That I can’t let go.

There’s just something
About when he fingers my clit,
Teasing me mercilessly,
Til I beg him for release,
That I can’t let go.

There’s just something
About when I ride him,
My legs straddling his thighs,
Feeling like I’m
Being fucked
Even when I’m
On top,
That I can’t let go.

There’s just something
In his kisses,
His raw, passionate,
Yearning kisses,
Enveloping, unrelenting,
Never ending kisses,
That I can’t let go.

There’s just something about him,
Dark dominant him,
My Daddy,
My Master,
My love,
That I can’t let go.

And there’s just something about me,
How I feel when I’m with him,
Of him,
For him,
Only his,
That I desperately can’t let him go.

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