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i failed at starving it out

sitting in my car..
questioning my reason..
my long lost faith..
grasping for reasons..
to simply turn away..

but the startling tap..
she gave to the glass..
drew that to an end..

now feeding my addiction..
i had tried to starve out..
i reached for a friend..
a justification to stop..
but was unable to touch..

as the feeding began..
a frenzy of pain..
did surface so quick..
as i had succumb..
to the monster i am..
for i got lost in her gaze..
enthralled by her voice..
the simplicities..
of unspoken commands..

stopping at the door..
i asked..
i asked..
are you truly sure..

leaning over..
ever so slightly..
and up on her toes..
she sold me with a whisper..
the touch of her tong..
and the brush of her hair..
his ring..
it means little more to me..
then the one i have in store for you..

i followed her lead..
like the puppy i am..
i took her offer and drank her wine..
played games with her feet..
while the boundaries were set..
and we laughed..

as reality quickly set in..
two submissives..
on a play date alone..
we talked of games..
compared our experiences..
voiced our needs..
and laid out the pains..
that we were here to hide..
and our boundaries came out..
as if from the same book..

simply play..
let that lead the way..
all limitations now lifted..
my cravings became realistic..

as i could truly see..
as it unfolded in front of me..
piece by piece..
she laid out her bag..

black rope..
steel rings..
pink silk and pink ties..
a black twofold bar..
seven heads on a stick..
and the claws of a cat..

i sat with temptation..
pondering were i was to begin..
what sensation i was find..
how fast to escalate..
before being interrupted..

by the raking taking place..
seven heads running down my back..
while i gripped her ankles..
and bartered for a position..
clearly not to be mine..

as she pulled me back with her arms..
i felt her breast against my back..
as a twofold bar was quickly applied..
i struggled in jest..
knowing it was as i had wanted..

i was silent..
and followed her with ease..
my eyes chasing her hands..
attempting to decipher..
what was next to be..

as she unbuttoned my shirt..
each button to my drift..
freeing my shoulders..
and knotting the rest..
to my helpless hands..
which she used as a pull..
as she guided me to my feet..

breaking her silence..
she told me..
we'll do this again..
you'll see..
you're so trained..
you shouldn't be ignored..

knowing it's not personal.......just another need.....i gave in to her calling.......
Written by 7th_son
Published | Edited 17th Mar 2014
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