Who I Am

The poems that I write,
Are me through and through,
Rather a quiet girl,
And sensitive too.

The heartache that’s in them,
I feel on most days,
Not fiction but truth,
And my heart it does pay.

My deep inner soul,
At last being set free,
A peace settling inside,
And cathartic for me.

The me that you don’t see,
And I haven’t shown yet,
Is my silly and fun side,
On the forums they get.

I’m sexy and slutty,
And I have some dark kinks,
Desires deep within me,
I’m not what you think.

I’m not such a good girl,
I love my sex rough,
I’m dirty and whoreish,
And I can’t get enough.

My tongue in his mouth,
Sharp nails on his skin,
His groans make me wet,
As I’m pushing it in.

My teeth take a bite,
His skin on my lips,
Then I reach over,
To take out the whips.

His hand guides them down,
Not quite finished the tease,
His cock swelling quickly,
Slide along him with ease.

His hands on my hips,
As he pulls me along,
Sliding me back,
Fuck his hands are so strong.

The look on his face, 
And the nod of his head,
I move myself quickly,
To the foot of the bed.

Tongue at the ready,
His wet cock in my hand,
I lick my juice off him,
The nod, his command.

Then sucking his balls,
Whilst I’m stroking his cock,
My eyes locked on his,
As I’m eating his rocks.

I slip underneath him,
My tongue finds his ass,
As he swells in my hand,
So I quicken the task.

Now back to his cock,
As my finger slides in him,
The head in my mouth,
The ache grows in my quim.

He leans forward so slightly,
His hand in my hair,
Pushing me down,
And taking my air.

The head deep in my throat,
Face red as I’m gasping,
Spit dripping all over,
His tie now he’s clasping.

My time now is over,
As he takes full control,
Binding my wrists,
And feet on the roll.

His body moves over me,
Cock rests on my ass,
Strong thighs hold me still,
As I wriggle and thrash.

He enters me slowly,
And I feel every push,
Hand over my mouth,
As he whispers “Now hush”.

A moan from my lips,
As his cock pushes deeply,
The ache I embrace,
As he fills me completely.

Taking his time,
He fucks me with passion,
Each thrust taken wantonly,
His thirst for me quenching.

His groans say he’s ready,
His body it shakes,
He pulses inside me,
What he wants now he takes.

My tongue cleans his cock,
With the gentlest of licks,
His taste in my mouth,
As his kiss meets my lips.

The me that I’ve hidden,
You’ve guessed it I’m sure,
I’m sub through and through,
A lifestyle so pure.

I do all that he wants,
And I’m all that he needs,
His pleasure is mine,
Understand as you read.

A weakness for some,
Being owned by a man,
For me it’s my freedom,
And who I am.