by

Pink Slip.

No comforts resurrected
in the absence of his grip
Fleeting aches
body shakes
I am thoroughly affected
by demands made from his lips
In withdrawal
until nightfall
When I’m finally subjected
to the will of his fingertips
Subservience
Willingness
For the form to be perfected
beneath his gentle dominance
Heavenly Hell
I show and he tells
Only his desires reflected
as coils tighten and knots slip
He’s burning
I’m learning
He has taken over ownership.

10 thoughts on “Pink Slip.”

  1. tarnishedsoul says:
    July 13, 2016 at 1:33 PM

    Um…totally relatable!

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  2. Simon says:
    July 10, 2016 at 2:24 PM

    I don’t know what to say… 😉

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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