You and I (transformed)

Poem about my boyfriend and I

Your hands on mine,

shackling and tying me on the floor,

the innoceant look in my eyes

as I whimper and beg for more.

You lock the collar around my nech

because I am yours,

yours to be abuse, humiliated,

loved and and adored.
And when the situation becomes too much

my voice begins to squeal,

my body trembles and quivers

the end, my end, I feel.

Your hand around my throat,

I am transformed anew.

I release into heaven in your arms,

all pain and past is through.

Author's Note

tell me what you think

Reviews

[LeeBabyRnR]

Oh wow I love this! It's really racy! But I understand it completely!

[外人 (Gaiji..]

A description of an extreme sexual relationship

[Marissa]

very nice

[Laura Maidah]

It should end with"transformed anew". Omit "and". It's so great I wish I could edit it myself and have it in our mag.

[Jordan A. Wilson]

I'm still trying to figure this one out. Captivating.

[Shadin Manning]

This is the price we pay for being submissive great poem and totally relatable .

[Perfect Mistake]

This is deep and very well written. Loved the emotions within this. Great job :3

[DJuan Thomas]

You little vixen. The juxtaposition of pleasure and pain is an old juxtaposition indeed but everyone experiences it differently. I like the pacing of this poem, those rhythmic starts and stops. The ecstatic unknown of being dominated and liking it are lovingly explored here. Nice job.