His hands on my skin,
So warm and sweet,
Bending me over to his will.
Ropes tied tight around,
My wrists and feets,
No where to run to.
Tied to a steal framed bed,
Shooting my back by the touch,
A whip he holds, wittingly.
All I can hear is its roar,
As it hits my warm skin,
Pain, oh how it turns me on.
Seeing his manly pride stand tall,
Feeling the wetness deep inside,
'Oh take me now' I scream to you.


ssssssss to you my dear sweet niece,Well Honey, you have blown me away with your write, and CONGRATS on the gold, a well deserved trophy for a wonderful write, you are a naughty girl for writing such an awesome erotic poem, but hey..... I loved it, every word penned.I would like to see you write more like this poem, you have much talent, now where's that whip??on your knees girl.. 





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