I am
Complicit in my own demise
In my bound hands and my spread thighs
I beg for it
Bend over for it
It trembles in my every cry
The answering thrusts render me speechless
Remind me that need will drive a woman
To drink, to beg, to lie…
On her back and recieve with pleasure as she dies
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I’m glad you only died metaphorically:-)
At least, not until you had posted of your going.
Or your cumming.
Author
Only figurative death. Petite mort maybe
Wonderful. I’d change the last word to Cries versus Dies. Dies seemed a bit extreme to me but other than that I loved it.
Author
I like the drama. *shrug*
Having had the expression ‘la petite mort’ pointed out to me, I think it works beautifully as it is.
Makes me want to be complicit in murder… 😉
Author
Hmm. Something gruesome I imagine
I have been known to up the gruesome factor now and then!
I like!
Author
Thanks!
One of your best!