How May I Please You More?
May I iron Your dominance and make it perfect.
May I wash and fold every aspect of Your control.
Let me oil my body and exercise it for Your amusement.
Let me lick You dry of orgasms until You sleep
in a persistent sensual ferment.
I trace the stockings to the toe.
I suck the heels and feel my erection grow.
Then my mind accepts all Your control
and I withhold climax until You say so.
I live and die for Your casual attention.
I live in a place that You create to confine me.
I worship You and let You define my mind.
When Your fingernails make my nipples hard,
then Your kiss completes my perfect submission
and I wait without hope for Your permission.
(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin
Labels: Poetry by Palimpsest
posted by Lady Julia @ 2:31 PM
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I adored this, Palimpsest. I would have given it its own post before now, but I was trying to find a nice photo to go with it.
This made my mind race when I read it.
What amazingly erotic imagery! Thank you for sharing from the treasure trove of your mind, Palimpsest.
This is how I submit to my wife. My submission is compelled by my desire to serve her. These words describe some of my feelings. They are real.
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