A Messy Ode to Freedom’s Hope

I want to prove my desire for you, by action and word, those things you deserve, ‘cuz I’ve been and still am a real hot mess, dripping wet for you like I’m sure it’s your due, in my head on my knees just begging to please, yet I screwed it all up like I don’t give a fuck, that’s what I’m afraid I’ll do every time I feel stuck…

Oh, why must I have such a desperate cunt, longing for freedom yet not quite enough, half clinging to you while pushing away, just to deny myself your hypnotic sway, we both know I want to crawl at your command, to live the fantasy brought to life by your hands…

pun fully intended, you know how your digits cause me to drool, if you give me a taste I’ll not play it cool, you’d have all the power and I’d be your plaything, even now at the thought I begin salivating, my pussy throbbin’-greedy for your perfect cock, but I’ve been a bad girl and I know I’ve been caught…

an admission I hope you’ll consider a virtue, not just empty words without a heart, but a genuine confession on my own part, no matter what cums of our sweetest dynamic, I just gotta say I really can’t stand it, thinking I’ve ruined such a possible future, I admit I’m conflicted ‘cuz of my distrustful nature, feelin’ unable to commit to any for certain, tho willing to take a risk it’ll happen…

no, I don’t understand it whatsoever, but I suspect you are awfully clever, considering you’ve got a true hyperpower, I wonder if I’ve even a chance at amends, not sure how I’d go about it in the end, then I start thinking of your whole poetic package, now alls I remember is that old adage, about the thing in a cage with wingfulls of rage, tho at the last it’s a comfort, you see…it’s all ‘bout freedom’s hope, just like you are to me.