My Tall German With The Bluest Eyes.... Poem by cookie platterkrautenfluglehofel

How would you want me to wake you?
With my moans and writhing or with yours?
I want you to really know
That primal desire to be stripped of all my inhibitions to my barest self.
The desire to feel such a wealth of intense emotion that I lose the ability to speak.
Break me.
Make me feel the abandonement and submission as I give it all over to you.
I am at a loss of any sense of who I was before that moment.
I am all hot flesh and desire.
Wet, swollen, congested flesh.
You restrain me to free me.
You let me know my place so I can release the feminine and let it flow out like liquid sex.
And you will hold me and stroke me in my recovery.
You make it so hard to be alone