Playing with Poetry 1

My dark fantasy, an encounter with someone I’ve just met…

He wraps his fingers ‘round my neck, 

Tighten your grip dear, so we don’t regret…

I want to feel every bit of your rage, your frustration, 

I want this domination…

I need this domination…

Are you a monster, or are you my king? 

Am I your victim, or may I be your queen? 

Go wild dear, make me feel everything! 

Pin me down so I can’t escape, 

If I were to run, you know what’s at stake, 

But don’t worry dear, I don’t consider this rape. 

Make me scream, make me quiver, 

Force upon me the fear as all my hopes whither, 

Am I not your target? Be my brutal killer. 

So spread me wide, dominate me master! 

Hold my neck tight so I don’t scream too loud as you thrust faster, 

This could be so much pleasure, or a terrible disaster. 

Punch me, or slap me, don’t let me pass out, 

Control me, dominate me, instill in me no doubt, 

There’s no one else who could own me in this world throughout. 

Bite me, scratch me, mark me as yours, 

But be discrete until we’re behind these doors, 

Your name will be written in all my memoirs. 

Dominate me, my dear, you’re all I need, 

Yours is the only voice I shall heed, 

Fill me dear, with your succulent seed.