15 September 2014

Letter to Sir

Dear Sir

grabbing me rough make my heart skip a beat
jump start it up with a smack on my ass
it just about stops when you're tender with me
let me be your toy is all that I ask
bondage with rope, will keep me in my place
I wont struggle or try to get away
using your fingers, my body you trace
I'll do what you want, anything you say
fuck with my spirit, my soul, my being
take me to heaven in your special way
pleasure with pain is what I am feeling
I get orgasmic when we start to play
you leave me spent, body quivering, drained
by my smile, you see, I have no complaints

Thank you Sir
Your Boy
Shakespearean Poem
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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