F**k me in Ink

a fallow up to "F**k me in Verses"

Oh Master

I'm Hungry for
delicious ink

Lips lingering
upon longing

Pen lay with me
upon this paper tonight

Slow roll those hips
spread yourself on me

Subscribe to my body
on the canvas of poetry

A Pheromone laced
endless flow of ink

In every line
describe how you
Mr. Poet will write your lines

Tongue first with licks of precision

Addicted to the prose
Similes exposed

Butt naked
with no clothes

I Rely on you
to engulf the liquidity
of my emotions

Cause the very curve of your meaning
(((rippled my existence)))

Oh Master Poet

I want to be
your poetry

Tell me

How our bodies
will collide on this paper

I read every line
as I imagine your body

Against my body
as you paint pictures
with the black and white lines

And then I reply
with a piece

Relating on how I ride
imprinting my ink
on your erotic mind

Then you reply
with f**k me lines
and we both collaborate
on how you f**k me
from behind

Strokes flow
as letters
complete words
meanings unheard

Unafraid to discover
new ways to siege
my vertical region

G marks the spot
so keep rubbing
on my treasure

Getting carried away
and lost within our ink
imagining the ecstasy
that would go beyond this page

Lick me with your words

F**k me with your verbs

Put a description in those lines

On how you explore all my curves

Describe how your lips
are in conjunction with my tits

Then describe how your dick
is in conjunction with both pairs

Of my
Lips

Put it in ink

How we kiss

How we touch

How we breathe

How we love

How we lick

Please ink
how we f**k

Use adverbs and metaphors
to describe the different positions

Quote my name

Like you say my name

Asserting how you love
this good p***y you're getting
in this writing fetish

Meet me half way
on this collaboration of ink

I'm in love with your poetry

I love how you articulate
the spoken words of a freak

I wanna taste the lustful desires
embedded in your throat

Letting your words
gently kiss my lips

My tongue then slips
sensuality rolling across
deepening my bliss

You got my juices flowing
wetter with each line

I want a description
of your body
of your
masculine
form

I want to know
the lyrics of our sex

As I read how you perform

Then conclude for me Master

Conclude how we cum

Collaborate with me Poet

F**k me in ink

Make me your w***e for poetry
your submissive dirty little s**t

Cause I love the way you cum

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

I'm a submissive
and I love a poem
That masters me

I was just watching one of my favorite movies (Secretary) for like the 200th time and it inspired this poem ... the master submissive theme anyway

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Such powerful and strength in your words. You give life to the word. Your poetry gain life and fly to new and fresh locations. I like the desire in this poem. This is real poetry. Kind of poem needed to be read again. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Katarzyna Slade]

woah!!! Good metaphors in there .... bit speechless to be honest .... great read :D x

[writing mojo]

Wow that's wet, not liquid but air depth and there's a difference between drowning in water and air sipped, a slow suffocation in pheromones of space left over, in other words speechless and in lust with a ghost....truly amazing you are!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Oh dear god, the methaphor, similie, theme and contrast is literally an orgasm on the screen, how deliciously divine! well done, good read!!

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

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