Poetry: Yours, by NES

You are my fantasy.

I am under your rule for as long as you see fit.

Your dominion over me knows no bounds,

and my body can’t help but submit to your voice at any tone.

My limbs would cease to be able to do anything but

drop to my knees if you were here with me.

Looking up to you would be euphoric.

My sir, my daddy, my alpha.

I spend so much of my time thinking about

the taste of your cock on my tongue.

A taste I’d love more than life itself.

The feeling of your hands on my body

as you explore what you have claimed as yours.

I wait for the day you fuck me for the first time.

I can only imagine how drastic the difference would be between

the first and second times you got a hold of me.

First would be gentle and sweet, almost as lovers would.

Second would be carnal and almost violent in a way

as you push me over the edge.

I am yours.

Only yours.

Now and forever.

If you’ll let me