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Seized

O, my lovely little kitten - how thy beauty has me smitten,
By my lust I'm gladly bitten - my composure thus undone--
Thou was made for my claiming, thus my heart and sights be aiming,
Deepest passions come, exclaiming, at such speed as ne'er outrun--
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

Of perfect curves exotic, thy every move hypnotic,
Thy voice a sound erotic, eyes that outshine brightest sun--
My fixation's my confession: thine endowments my obsession,
Such temptation, such transgression; self-control reduced to none--
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

While thy beauty I'm adoring (at thy kiss, my need is soaring),
Softest places for exploring, if thy pleasure I have won--
Round thy wrists the scarves are winding, though thou struggle 'gainst the binding,
While thy pleasure my hand's finding, as our evening's just begun--
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

To thy knees I lower slowly, so to please me fully, wholly,
Though not to treat you lowly, lest my passion thou wouldst shun--
Thy mouth brings me near to boiling, in thy hair, my fingers coiling,
Hands and lips and tongue so toiling, with a prowess ne'er outdone--
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

My voice growling, nearly snarling (almost time, my little darling),
Thy hair gripped in fingers gnarling, pulling hair in twisted bun--
Until finally I am teeming, near to overwhelmed and screaming,
Senses cloudy, as if dreaming, in a state of blessed stun--
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

We must have a sudden shifting, so to keep my bliss from drifting,
To thy feet my arms go lifting, and around thy body's spun--
Sweat-glazed skin in darker lighting; how alluring, such a sighting,
Smoothest shoulder my teeth biting -- pleasure wildly overrun--
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

I whisper as I enter thine exquisite carnal center:
'Let me be thy Dom, thy mentor above all and everyone--"
Slow at first but then increasing, in a rhythm never ceasing,
Mutual passion thus increasing, my thickness a loaded gun--
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

Fingernails thy flesh are scratching (I can feel thy pleasure hatching),
While thy pace my body's matching; mutual bliss on horizon--
Until finally in the shrieking, tightening 'round delicious peaking,
We are left to pant unspeaking, 'neath the slowly setting sun--
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

Finally, in afterglowing, stress of life (for now) forgoing,
Intertwined in quiet knowing of how our lust must be done--
Bound submissive to my needing; every word and order heeding,
On each other's pleasure feeding, locked in symbiotic fun
Thou art seized, my lovely one.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.
Written by Jack_C
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