Something I wrote this morning.
Warning: Thinly veiled sexual content follows.
I long achingly for your touch of naughty fun.
Abducted, bound, and bent to your will of pleasure,
Cover me once again with your spells so well spun;
Hands and lips well practiced in a tide sans measure
Etch fire on my soul with nails, nibbles, and pecks.
For a night , just a night, run your tongue soft and warm
Over flesh tensed and tender. Again be the swarm
Regaling in the way my self-control it wrecks.
Yank hard at my restraint until drunken of love,
Oblivious to form learnt, over your cherished skin
Unfurls the passion of what our lives should have been.