Love & Possession: The Dark Set: (Week 4) BonusWhat Daddy Wanted

The collar on my neck always

Reminds me how far I can go.

How chosen and cherished I am.

How none are as I am to be.

He feels and fills the ripples his

Voice causes once housed

And held in all that he claims

Is, was his.

Does he know that in his taking

Of me, even in thought my mind

Races to please him from wherever

I am?

At his whisper

And then shutting off of

Water I am his warm towel

To drink and dry every drop

Of water graced to flow

Over him…

Until my tastes and senses

Are full of him.

The collar around my neck always

Reminds me how far I can go.

How hard to ride.

How wide to open.

When to clench.

When to just hold

Every inch of him hard and twitching

In my mouth

Or swallow all he contains.

It lets me know, for all my prowess…

I am still beneath him.

As I long to always be.

(c) Janelle Fallon, 4.2019

Love & Possession (Week 4)-Always More

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I had never wanted to be held.

I needed something deeper than that.

I found that in him.

 

I wanted touches

deep enough to answer aches

and quiet howls born of

lost and lust.

 

I wanted a fire.

I needed heat.

I needed what I

should not be forced

to say.

 

How does one state

that what they have been

given does not reach?

 

How can it be explained

that I thirst for waters

few have the inner valor

to find or divine?

 

Yet, they are there. I have seen and tasted.

 

In these waters,

along these shores

no place in these oceans

is shallow.

 

From the depths of

this oceans,

with eyes dark and stormy

as hurricane skies,

he has taken my hand.

 

And allowed me to swim.

 

 

(c) Janelle Fallon, 4.2019

 

Matches

Let me show you how to light a match.

Let me show you what happens

When caramel harness the heat

Generated by a good pair of heels what

Good, bad can be.

Let me show you exactly what your

Imagination is too afraid to utter

In ladylike company.

I assure you, I am more woman that I

ever was lady.

I was told it is never nice for a lady to

Smoke, but her I am doing so,

Aside from outside fire.

As the Almighty could have

Only whispered and light appeared,

At my desire, and stare,

Will all you have, down to the inch

Be mine.

And you’ll call me the Almighty.

(c) Janelle Fallon, 4.9.2019