- Erotic Poetry
- Where I Am
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Click hereI'm where you want me exactly the second you want it. You know how much i fucking worship you and would let you do the most abusive thing to me.
I get soaked in anticipation of it. In the fear. I'm your dirty slut, Sir. Thank you for choosing me to be your cum slut. Every inch of my body is for your pleasure, exists to drip with your cum.
When i think of my Sir, he is towering over me. He makes me think he's sweet but really he is going to destroy me.
And I will let him cause im his, cause his cum tastes like candy, and his hands on my throat won't let me choose otherwise. His cock in my mouth will force open my throat, his fingers shoved in all my holes. He's humiliating me for being such a whore. And it feels too fucking good.
- COMMENTS
MyaFeelsalmost 4 years agoAuthorWould love feedback, and some insight. Where can I see your samples? And I have 4 pending that are more my style. This was more of a free thought. Thank you for the comment!
todski28almost 4 years agoBut it runs on a track of explanation
There is a poetic stage that I got whacked with a lot when I first started writing, show don’t tell...And it’s one of the hardest things to manage when writing poetry, conveying the feeling with the imagery, I’m still not very good at it
I can give you some examples if you like using this writin as a template, or I can shut up and leave you to it :)
