The Poetess

Do you think of my words, in the darkness?
As your fingers search for release?
Would you kneel and offer yourself to me?
As through the wetness of your dreams, you crave to release

Do you think of me giving you head on your unmade bed?
Feeling each strain of the leather
That binds you to the bed
Did you think of me, as you released over and over again?

Would prefer a kiss then a bite?
Me deep inside your mind
Or me deep inside your thighs?
Would you call me Sir?

Could I undress you with words?
Give you something without touching
Could we play again and again?
Then just say that one word
You will never regret what I have to offer

Would your first kiss be so shy?

You never have to call me Sir, I would switch just for you,
I want to share a world created within our minds X