Primal Need
Soft flesh snug under the rope
Breath is heavy as I try to cope
With the desire that is burning in me
Needing to be sated, needing to be free
Hand in my hair, pulling it tight
I may struggle but will never fight
A bite upon my flesh I feel
Reminding me that this is very real
Body on fire, smoldering hot
Stifling my moans with everything I got
Arching against what is holding me down
Skin turns red but I smile, not frown
Hands ravage what is Yours to use
I crave this from You, cannot refuse
Some may think it an evil deed
But oh how it sates our primal need
Copyright © 2006 R.L.
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