You will surrender to me

Not by my restraints…

Nor my force

But your own sinful needs

Your dark fantasy awaiting

When you surrender to me

Your game of playing naive, now over

My playful whore

Wanting eyes tell more

Hidden desires

Cold steel… warming thighs

Cut lingerie falling to the floor

The light of reality blackened

The silk veil snug and tight

Hardening nipples… contradict

Your soft whimpers… and

Unconvincing fight

Warm friction cuts passionately

Bindings on ankles and wrists

Kneeling on the floor anxiously

Exposed and waiting…chin lifted

Like an angel awaiting a kiss

Anticipation building… burning

Your glistening lips aching

To be touched

Your clit throbbing and swelling

The waiting… too much

You surrender to me

Stripped and bound

My innocent angel on her knees

Begging me to take you

To fulfill your fantasy

Your cry…

“I am yours,

Do with me as you please”

C.M.P ‘11’