I Really Am Quite Sick

I really am quite sick you know. And still I have much so room to grow.

Would you journey with me on this night?

There are things to you, I'd quite like to show.

To break, if not push, your boundary decree.

Raise your optimal temp a few hundred degrees.

I'll have you floating through trees...

Until they crumble to the ground with no sound, inside me.

My bliss happy victim. Crawling on knees.

I'm talking freak nasty shit- not like birds or like bees.

Look deep into these eyes. Hands cupping your mouth and nose.

Ears plugged. No safe words to reply.

I really am quite sick you know.

Slip deep inside my rabbit hole.

Let me wear my Darth Vader helmet, my brothel skirt,

Titties out-

Holding my riding crop as you watch me twerk.

Set all our mannequins up in a circle jerk.

They can watch us while you make my pussy hurt.

Take this walk with me. Please? Can we put in the work?

There is something else I need to ask. I'll give you time for reflection.

I'll accept all that you think you should mention.

To peg or not to peg? That is the question.

Relinquish it now. All that un-needed tension.

Sweet searing hot pain is where you'll find your redemption.

Orgasms engulf you. Tell me now my good sir, Do I have your attention?

I really am quite sick. I want to tie you to the stairs,

Squeeze on your balls as I choke on your dick.

I love when you cum. Not so much when it's quick.

I gurgle and moan. Balls still tight in my grip.

Just before they explode, your soul gives a slip.

My shining white knight, with the armor that drips.

I'm going to flick on my clit as you belch on a felch.

With the flick of my wrist, I dub thee Sir Felcher.

Stick my thumb in co-workers, and then ask, "Can you smell her?"

I'm telling you this because I want you to know.

I really am quite sick. Let's go.