“Behind Closed Doors”
c.2001, Miriam M. Wynn

give in to me,
the time has come
for you to let me deep inside;
I’ll hurt you only if you ask me to
and give you everything that’s mine;

close your eyes,
anticipate,
as I pull and lick and bite;
lose track of everything you know
and forget what is whose and why;

you’ll do exactly what I tell you to,
in the darkest hours of night,
you’ll hold your breath as I go down and
taste the fruit that’s on the vine;

move me up against the headboard,
listen to my breath mingle with the shadows,
and realize with each groan and each begging whisper
that anything you do to me I want;

I want you to have your way with me,
I am yours for the taking;
you can touch me as roughly or as sweetly,
or as cruelly as you want;

so caress me, crush me,
give me the bitter and the sweet,
for desire becomes nothing if it is never unleashed;

fuck me like the animal you know are
when all pretenses have been dropped;
there’s a bad bad boy inside of you
and this bad girl needs to be rocked;

make an animal of me,
fuck me into the carpet burning along every inch of sweaty skin;
give me everything you’ve got and revel in the sin;

feel my tongue travel where I will it, take all of what I give,
I want you to need it and feel it throbbing
deep inside the darkest parts of you;

fill me with those darkest parts
and pound me into senselessness;
string me out on that long cock
and surrender to me, helpless;

I want you out of your mind,
I want you begging for it,
I want you shaking with what I do to you
I want you ready and eager to do it back to me;
and ready for all I demand of you;

so fuck me hard, and deep, as deep as you can go,
as wicked as you can, and as low as you can take it;
cross all my boundaries, my darling, and I’ll be busy crossing yours,
no one will ever have to know, the secret is ours alone;
for the greatest pleasure is taken, my sweet, from behind closed doors.



 
short fiction  /  verse  /  long fiction  /  main
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