Toy. Master.

 
I’m on the bed
head on shoulder
eyes glassed over
limbs broken
waiting for
your hands to
animate me

to fucking move me,
any
way
you
please

(please)

So get your ass in here;
and take me from a stilted plastic
bit of perfection
to something a little more
pliant,

a little less perfect,
a little more
(yours)

a little
more
here

Arrange my
long, soft,
supple limbs,
and feel free to
take your time
analyzing your
work

Then, explore, in
exquisite detail,
the flat,
planes
of femininity
that fascinate you,

get close up to
the pink treasure
hidden
under a fucking perfect
mesh of black lace
and smooth skin
before you
pull
me
up
and

push me
a p a r t

(godyes)

then finish the look,
with beads of hot sweat
and clothe me
with your hands
and lips
and tongue
and lust

and once you’ve got it
just right,
once I'm
tailor-made to your
desire,
my pupils dilated
against your need,
strip me down,

while you smile knowingly
against my quivering thigh.

and fucking
do it again


do. it. again