Control
.
What is it you see
looking down
into my eyes
when you’re
thrusting inside?
Is it love,
lust,
or just heat’s moment?
I can watch your
pupils dilate,
Black depths growing,
engulfing sky blue.
Does that mean
you’re with me,
or lost in yourself?
I call out your name,
because you like that.
Drag nails across
your back
to excite you.
So glad you want that.
You use your teeth
on me.
I like that.
Don’t you realize?
I’m in complete
control.
But, you like that,
don’t you?
As I tighten
my grip on you
you beg me
to come with you.
I won’t, though.
I’m in control.
You like that.