Leather Words


Some need 

Vanilla 

I need 

The leather 

Straps

Snap

Cat tails

Lick swift

Stings sing

Off skin 

Whip cracks 

Asks 

Politely to bring

Attention

To detail 

Delicious 

In its delivery 

Thumb set 

Over pulse 

Pressed 

Just so 

I feel the heat 

Of he 

Beating beneath

My biting 

Teeth 

Push

Past 

The sweet 

Spot that makes

Him ache 

To breath 

Small 

Hands 

Still reach 

Wrapped 

Neat 

Around that 

Throat

Ride out 

The throes 

Of 

Bliss 

Kiss 

Salt tears 

Off his 

Chin

Lick my 

Lips

Deep 

Deep 

Deeper 

In 

On again

To the next 

Meet 

More 

Of my 

Needs 

He 

Begs please

Pleads

Perfectly 

Pleas

Feed

My heat

Sweat

Snakes

Down 

Slithers

Into 

Me 

Wrists

Pinned

Red 

Rope 

Cinched 

Born 

For this

Questions

Never 

Questioned

Lesson

Learned

Earned 

The gift

Of

My good

Graces

Thighs

Wide

Adjacent

To jaw

Lines

Lick

Love

Like 

You mean it

Give 

Good

Head between 

This

Knees

Now 

Weakened 

Push down 

Hard

He 

Wants 

To be

Unable 

To breathe

Scent 

Of me 

Sweet

Supple 

Syrup

Maple 

Maybe

Honey 

Craving

Smooth 

on your

Tongue

You

Taste

Till 

I'm 

Done

Palms

Flat

Against

The

Wall

Chills 

Mix with 

Quick 

With calls

Falling

Frantic 

Fashion 

From 

Me

Coming 

Close 

To throes

You know

You wait

You take

Only 

What I 

Say 

You need

I offer 

Discipline

Plain 

And simple

Rough 

Red 

Aggressive

Sessions

Settle 

My nerves

I thrive 

On your 

Abilities 

To take 

Direction

Take 

A second

To breathe 

You’re

gonna need

All the 

Energy 

You can get

You can bet

I’m 

Not 

The nicest

Girl 

You’ve met

But 

I’m honest

Promise

I’m 

The best

By 

Far 

Cause you 

Like 

My drive 

My high 

Handed 

Temperament

Tempering 

Your 

Sentiment

Sensing 

When 

You’re 

A bit 

Too arrogant

Knock you 

Down 

A peg

Hands

Are met

At wrists

Behind 

Your back

Insist 

You remember

Your safety 

Net

Whimpers 

Whispered 

Under the will

Of my diligent 

Discontent

Make 

My point 

Hot and hard

Across 

This bed

Lost in red 

Mouth 

As wet as legs

We can 

Take your best

Brand 

Of vanilla

Creamy 

Sweet 

And safe 

And we 

Can have

A little taste

But I’m 

Not ashamed

To say 

I need 

Better 

I need 

The bright 

Bite 

Of something

Leather


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