Plead

Your presense is in the air.
I know you are waiting there.
I come to you freely
Really and ideally.

Yet as I enter the room
The position you assume.
You fall gracefully to your knees
And beg to be allowed to please.

You know that this is what I need
To hear you beg and plead.
Plead for the pain
That keeps you sane.

I circle around you
Enjoying the view
Raking my nails
Over flesh thats male's.

Your eyes down cast
For your test you've passed.
As pleasure is sought
With the passion that's brought.

By Kristy De La Keur