Bondage

Despite the manual labor I endure,

I want your ownership,

Not only did I harvest these cloud like shrubs,

I collected your lust and adulation for me

What a bountiful harvest it was indeed,

My breathing labored as I—

Toiled and slogged in your chamber,

Riding the curvature of your waist,

Like the waves beneath a sea vessel

As I kneed the cornmeal,

You clasp my breasts and mash your shaft—-

Against my backside revelled in play like authority

A delicious meal to consume indeed,

I wrap my legs around you like a turban,

A most naughty secret,

I oversee my waist as it rolls and thrusts,

I control you in every way

Who is the one in bondage now?

Published by Felicia Branch