She craved the sensitive words
wanting that infectious tight grip
taking her to an edge
tiptoeing trying to keep up.
The stinging kisses left their mark
and none of her friends
could ever truly understood.
The truth in leather I suppose,
this particular girl liked being spanked,
it was her delightful pleasure source.
The one and exacting rule
she had to be properly behaved,
the spankings came from playful love.
If this was the shocking thrill of it all
her tiny waves properly flooded the room,
and she’s the cautious type,
to just give this pleasure away.
The “Connectedness” is binds us
and in our way we explore
the tight rope side of love.
Disguise how you feel inside,
she used to say,
sometimes what was meant to be
can end up making you very happy.
With happiness aside,
her perfectly curved bottom
really felt good in the hand.
I can’t deny the rush
that flat palmed smack made.
The tightening grip around my…
A natural excitement in just thinking
and I want to nudge her awake now
let the hours begin to turn.
Listening to words in my ear pods
it doesn’t make a difference
how quiet the room has fallen.
The ache of wanting her
wanting me, I nudge and whisper
she rolls and says,
“Please Sir as You wish.”
Dragonfly Poetry 