I'm up, ma.

I’m up, ma,
Watching you, too,
Seeing you from this bed,
Lying in between wake & rest.
You can feel my eyes on you,
Last night, rough,
I see the marks & stress.
Don’t worry, my Queen,
I’ll be taking care of you,
In just a moment.
Seeing you now,
Bare back,
I’d kiss.
Pantyless,
I can’t help grabbing hold,
Stroking,
Thinking,
What to do to you next.

I love that you think I never rise the minute your side is without mine, that I wouldn’t notice. And that’s fine because the minute you go, I’m aware & stare, thinking of each new possibility, strategically. To decide how I’m going to make you squirm & beg. You, me, three, maybe. You, me tonight, is enough.

Before then,
“Stay there, don’t move.”
I’ll come from behind,
Pin you to that wall,
My hands fully wrapping around,
Those thin wrists and toned arms.
I’ll fuck you so deep and hard,
You’ll be on your toes,
Praying to your God.
I’ll breathe every instruction,
Close to your neck,
Just how you know,
While your pussy’s clasping,
Tip and shaft.
I’ll pull you closer, no refrain,
From the chain,
The necklace,
I tell you to wear each day.
“Please, please, please…”
You’ll entreat,
Thinking that will save you from me.
After you obey,
I’ll hold you in place,
Spreading your legs,
Furthest a part.
My tongue, thick and agile,
I can taste it now,
Vanilla, rose,
Sweet strawberry ripe.
My fingers gripping,
Spreading each cheek,
I’ll continue for quite a bit,
Burying my face into your drip,
Until your legs are too numb,
Too weak.
My favorite part,
From the ass,
Tracing tiny, tight holes,
Landing back,
On the plumpest pearl,
Steady, to your left, adjacent.
I know where makes you grab air.
Sliding back up,
Holding you up,
“Turn around.”
Meeting your eyes,
Making you shake,
While perfectly still,
Telling you,
“Get on the bed,
I’m not done with you, yet.”