© 2017 SandraJean-Pierre

In her bed,
wrapped in sheets and sweat
my cum
fresh
on her face and fingers

her name still lingering
in the damp air
from these bruised
parted lips

my cheeks so flushed
from what her tongue
made this body
feel and do

the heaven
on this bed marked
by my love notes
scratched crimson
into her broad, strong back

her pride
at making me
her quivering mess,

my shame in needing her
like this
so much
of loving her loving of me

the gift
of her dominance,
of her taking me
when
and
how
she wants

for her happiness,
I will do it
all again.