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Domination
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Passion Poems Tied to my bed
so you can never leave me.
Your body exposed
to my intense examination.
Feelings of immense power
as I am given full control over you.
I lie down next to you
placing my head on your shoulder.
I softly whisper in your ear
the things I want to do to you.
As I lightly run my fingers down your side
bringing them up over your thigh.
The sharp intake of your breath
makes me smile as I nibble on your earlobe.
As I slide across your chest
I capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Now I have you where I want you
You can never escape from me.
Normally, I dislike domination poems immensely, and I am admittedly prejudiced against male dominants (extreme prejudice, without quarter). But this poem not only defies my expectations, it teases me with a kind of beauty and erotic humor that I would not have looked for otherwise. Like Breanna Shaylee, you have a distinct way with words, and I applaud your accomplishment . . . in this poem and elsewhere.
J-Called