Claim me

I want to lay in your arms
as you caress every inch of me
gasp and moan at the gentlest touch
Yet it is the pain I need
I melt when you call me
Your dirty little girl
Your slut
Your cunt
Your horny bitch
for it is yours I'll always be

Pinned against you
my back pressed up against a wall
hands cuffed above me
chains pulled tight
one hand pressed against my throat
your cock brutally fucking my pussy
making me as your own

This is the place and moment I call hom
where I am at peace
and I know I am yours
That you hunger for
my submission
my screams
my tears
my orgasms
I give it all to you

So what are you waiting for?



I wrote this about a year ago, so Nov-Dec of '10. I know it wasn't about anyone in particular. These were feelings welled up in me waiting to escape. Since the physical wasn't an option, they came out onto the page.