The Pendulum of Patience

They grow fuller with every denied dawn,
tighter with each night I turn him away.
Every step he takes, he feels me inside him
is the ache that proves.

The Offering of Devotion

He lays them before me, a gift of flesh,
his pride, his hunger, his seed,
all bound in tender weight
and I, the goddess he aches to please.

The Chains of Desire

The cage locks him, but I hold the key.
Each throb inside it sings my name.
He strains against steel and against himself,
burning for my mercy, begging for my touch.

Meditation of Dominion

Such heavy orbs, swollen with fire,
they throb beneath my gaze,
wild storms caged in tender skin,
a fountain of hunger I alone command.

How fragile they are, these proud treasures
citadels of manhood undone by a touch.
In my palm, strength becomes softness,
and the world bows quietly to me.

They are the slow-beating clocks of his longing,
weighing heavier with every denied dawn.
Each ache is a hymn to my silence,
each step, a reminder of my reign.

He lays them before me, a gift of flesh
his pride, his hunger, his seed.
An offering more holy than temples,
for it is both his plea and his promise.

The cage binds him, yet it is I who lock his fire.
Every throb within steel whispers my name.
He strains, burns, begs
but mercy rests only in me.

Within them sleeps his storm,
but I make the sky wait.
From him the seed, from me the season
creation itself bends to my design.

Yet deeper still, another gate
a hidden chamber, untouched by him,
waiting for my key,
trembling for my claim.

It is not his proud flesh I seek,
but the soft jewel beneath,
where each moan becomes confession,
and every shudder kneels to me.

His rod is caged, silent in steel,
yet behind it another flame blooms
a fire that receives, not thrusts,
remaking him in my rhythm.

When I press into that secret place,
I feel his heart beat against my will.
Devotion spills from him like prayer,
and I drink it as my right.

From his core I distill him
tension into trembling,
desire into dependence,
manhood into worship.

No longer bound to the tip of his flesh,
his pleasure is tethered to me alone.
The axis of his ecstasy remapped,
until its center is my command.

Posted by: Nika

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Meditation of Dominion

Such heavy orbs, swollen with fire,
they throb beneath my gaze,
wild storms caged in tender skin,
a fountain of hunger I alone command.

How fragile they are, these proud treasures
citadels of manhood undone by a touch.
In my palm, strength becomes softness,
and the world bows quietly to me.

They are the slow-beating clocks of his longing,
weighing heavier with every denied dawn.
Each ache is a hymn to my silence,
each step, a reminder of my reign.

He lays them before me, a gift of flesh
his pride, his hunger, his seed.
An offering more holy than temples,
for it is both his plea and his promise.

The cage binds him, yet it is I who lock his fire.
Every throb within steel whispers my name.
He strains, burns, begs
but mercy rests only in me.

Within them sleeps his storm,
but I make the sky wait.
From him the seed, from me the season
creation itself bends to my design.

Yet deeper still, another gate
a hidden chamber, untouched by him,
waiting for my key,
trembling for my claim.

It is not his proud flesh I seek,
but the soft jewel beneath,
where each moan becomes confession,
and every shudder kneels to me.

His rod is caged, silent in steel,
yet behind it another flame blooms
a fire that receives, not thrusts,
remaking him in my rhythm.

When I press into that secret place,
I feel his heart beat against my will.
Devotion spills from him like prayer,
and I drink it as my right.

From his core I distill him
tension into trembling,
desire into dependence,
manhood into worship.

No longer bound to the tip of his flesh,
his pleasure is tethered to me alone.
The axis of his ecstasy remapped,
until its center is my command.

Thank you for sharing, Miss. It is so relatable and exciting at the same time. I love how I can relate to feeling the fire and being restricted at the same time.