At Your Mercy by Ms. Kay Elle

Fingers tenderly

Stroking

The small of my back

Then my Ego

Breath on my neck

Paving an

Imperceptible

Corridor between

Your tongue and

Its nape

Inhalation now

Deeper

Overflowing with

Anticipation

And longing for

Wonders yet

Explored

Distance

Between us

Freedom

Between

Thrusts

Pelvis to

Pelvis

That’s how

Deep

You are

So close

Yet so far

Movements

Consistent

With your

Thoughts

Of me

Somewhat

Shallow

Before

Becoming

Profound

You sigh

I echo your

Sound

For your

Adoration

I beg of you

Still you show

No mercy

So I stay for

What you

Bestow

Upon me

Just please

Don’t

Curse me

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