the things that I crave..

The feel of his fingertips running slowly against my skin,
whispers of sweet nothings
as he slips deep with in.

Massage oil, silk bondage ties, shackles and chains,
all things that lead to ecstasy
as I scream out his name never doing so in vain.

his hands choke me as I begin to fear being sent to the grave,
as he releases I find again my senses
Yes these are some of the things that I crave.


A Master who will push me too far
leaving me wanting more
but never upon my body, leaves any scars...



Her soft skin up against mine,
leads to passion that goes all night,
her sweat coupled with mine she is so divine.

There is nothing like the scent of a woman,
the pleasure that they bring,
I shall be hers every time that she chooses to summon

The taste of her juices the feel of her skin she knows it is her I crave,
her sensual pleasure, robust beautiful flesh,
Teeth raking across my skin never a reason to fear these are the things that I crave.

The one who hides behind the mask,
and comes to me in my dreams
fulling all my fantasies.

The one who never runs the one is is completely brave,
the one that takes me to complete ecstasy
yes those are the things that I crave..