There’s a burn beneath my skin.
Not from touch,
but from within.
A fire fed on screams.
On fantasies.
On fevered dreams.
You never touched me.
Yet I ache.
My thighs still tremble
wide awake.
No rope.
No room.
No spoken plea.
And still…
you’ve taken hold of me.
I see it all behind closed eyes:
I’m on my knees.
I’ve learned
to rise
You call me names I shouldn’t crave.
I thank you…
when you don’t behave.
My wrists in cuffs.
My lips spread wide.
You use me slow.
You split
my pride.
Though none of this
has happened… yet.
The sting.
The stretch.
The tears unshed.
Your cock.
Your hand.
The things you said.
The way you fuck me
with your stare.
How I can’t breathe
and don’t quite care.
My body’s yours
in thought
alone.
You’ve claimed me
where
you’ve never gone.
You guide.
I yield.
I beg.
I break.
You pull
more
than my will
can take.
I cry out
still ask for more.
This pleasure,
laced
with something sore.
It’s madness…
how it feels
so true.
This dream
I’ve spun
around
you.
Like Alice
lost in Wonderland.
Where up is down.
And wrong is right.
Where I submit.
And you command.
Without a touch.
Without
a hand.
I come undone
on phantom breath…
a dream.
A sin.
A little death.
-Anais
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