Sitting in the restaurant
Where we usually dine
Been waiting since eight
It is now past nine
Suddenly the room was quite
Felt a tingle in my spine
My hair stood up and so
Did that below my waistline
Hands, legs, heart, trembled
Before I spilled that bottle of wine
I turned around to look
For a semblance or a sign
For a shadow of her being
Or whiff from a sensual divine
I prayed that she remembered
I was not a flick or just a sideline
That is when I felt her hands
On my neck around my pipeline
I could not turn, I could not breath
I could not even whine
I just waited for her words
Words to confirm I was her swine
Words that I live by
Those that are my guideline
Words she whispered in my ears,
“You are and will always be MINE.”








This gets the blood pumping. Very well done.
Thank you mistress… she does like the pumping part💋
hello dearest Sam there is something primal in being desired this way beautiful 💕
desire, and lust were the first primal instincts human beings ever experienced since they started walking on this Earth.
Now THAT is a statement! Whew!
I have lots of those statements in my arsenal… thanks Willow for your lovely statement
Passionately penned, Sam. I concur with what the ladies above are saying my friend. Amazing write. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you my friend… as you can see being chocked by a lady has kept me away from here for some time
Something about being claimed… I agree with Fia, it does get the blood pumping. In all the right places.
Nicely done xx
~P.G💋
it also feels very liberating being claimed… it is an oxymoronish feeling… oxymoronish!?!?! is that a word!?!?
You know Sam, I am unsure. If it isn’t it damn well should be! 😉
xx
Powerful work. Excellent.
thank you .. I always appreciate your kind comments Tom
Very nice indeed, but my sweet friend, you are no swine. Not to anyone !
whatever animal she calls me by… it doesn’t change the fact that I am hers… not anyone else