you're
more than just my rock
on
days I go astray
comfort
in a bad place
when
I'm close to panic
you
calm me with your face
you're
more than just my rock
to
me your everything
you're
everything I need
from
tender to the rough
making
me beg and plead
you're
more than just my rock
you're
what I desire
you
make me go insane
owner
of the collar
you're
pleasurable pain
you're
more than just my rock
after
all the contact
you
tenderly touch me
caressing
naked flesh
setting
my spirit free
Monchielle
Poem
Copyright
© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
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