POETRY
A Kinky Pick-Me-Up
Bend me over our marriage bed
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Cuff my wrists and chain them together,
then bend me over our marriage bed.
Our sex life needs a pick-me-up,
so instead of vanilla, let’s do kink instead.
Run the crop up and down my spine,
and over the hillocks of my ass,
then give a tap upon my peaches
and slide the crop’s length up my deep crevasse.
Watch my body tense and tremble,
Expectant and consumed with lust.
I want to feel the sting upon me.
I give my flesh to you, in trust.
Advise me, “take a breath, my dear”,
then prep and steel your whipping arm
to leave your marks upon my bottom
in a healing boon, not violent harm.
My skin will redden before your eyes,
my back will arch as my body writhes.
So wet I’ll get from your hard spanking,
I’ll soon be aching to have you inside.
Be hesitant not, my dearest love,
for it doesn’t hurt — it gives me tingles.
And should I reach my breaking point,
then rest assured, I will give the signal.
The secret code we’ve pre-arranged
will be our vital safety net
so we will ever be protected
no matter how crazy-wild we get!
Jupiter Grant is a self-published author, blogger, narrator, and audiobook producer. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant
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