Priapism Lusted

Imprison me in your tower of delights,
Where nocturnal bliss reigns supreme.
No chains, no ties, do incarcerate me herein,
Your slave am I, of my own will and allowance.
In my conditioned state, forever at the ready,
At your insistence, I stay awake.
My fruition, doomed at the swallow;
Your elation, a smile pasted across your fired cheeks.
This tortured situation, forbidden of rest,
Lies at your beckoning, at full attention.
Release is no cure to be won or be lost,
For even with, my stature remains extreme.
The grin of the devil, you wear with devious pride,
Your dance of seduction rules my inner stride.
The placing of hands on limbs and swollen member,
No hurried strokes, only shear indulgence is your endeavor.
Wearing me down, wearing me out,
Talking the soft to the hardened.
The manipulation of your game, a maid at your stool,
No sense do I make of your heated means.
Planted sublimations grow and fester,
In the wicked speech of your sexual excursion.
No begging do I make for on your course I am set.
Steer me thy way,
My Waif;
My Desire;
My Seductress;
I love you . . .
Your Pawn.


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