A peek inside
Alone and stricken with my heated souls affliction. Night after hammered night of need, my twisted mind howls, gnawing as it feeds.
A sexually charged infused, fucking, sucking blowing screed.
Lonely and emotional, I scraw away into the dark
My hand, it's sore and pounding, throbbing in its ache...
My mind is filled with hate
~~Coming to terms ~~
With the burning desire I have
To be controlled.
To be dominated.
To be punished.
To give him the power.
To be fucked.
To be wanted
To expand my knowledge
To play and cuddle
To share my secrets
To be completed.
To be HIS.
To be owned.
To cum and cum
To be free
It's insatiable, this desire of mine.
Maybe it's wanted more because I can't necessarily or readily have it.
So goes our newest Era of covid-19 intention.
I read about it, dream about it and constantly degrade myself for wanting or needing it.
I sit here, looking around, searching my soul, writing it down, cursing myself, second guessing and then reaffirming.
Sending out my plea's own plea...
Hopes the universe takes it in,
giving those who care eyes to see