I am extremely visual, and find that poetry is a wonderful way to express all the visual pleasures in my world. When you hear the word "marshmallow" what do you envision? When you hear the word "violence" what do you imagine? This poem was written in record time after being dominated in the bedroom, and reeling from the endorphin-like effects of Oxytocin running through my veins!
Experiencing intimacy, in my 30's, has opened many doors to role-playing and adult-cake-baking, like never before.
Enjoy this intimate description of a passionate moment where I experienced a safe, yet exhilarating and "new" sexual encounter. (Thank you to my "muse" for this delightfully-sweet yet ominous moment)
Marshmallow Violence
I crashed into you
Be it by fate or destiny
The outlook became clear
My sentiments are many
You kiss me with eagerness
Luridly on your tongue
I feel powerless yet safe
My passion is so young
I give in to my desires
Led by your command
I am thirsty for love
You gently kiss my hand
You receive my passion
I am hungry for acceptance
You wet my appetite
I give into the explicit dance
I savor every tremor
Our bodies dissolve into the night
Your vigor overwhelms me
I will not put up a fight
You gently seize my neck
I melt into your power
Trusting only you
I climax hour after hour
I dispel all my fears
Into the chasm of your soul
Take me again and again
I am abundantly whole
A gentle pull on my hair
The ache at my core
You guide me – command me
You’ve opened a new door
We convey devotion
We divulge our essence
We share sweet mélange
Of marshmallow violence
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