Command Me Back

Your deepest kiss, tongue steeped in whiskey, will bring me back from the edge of despair.

Despair that what once was taken for granted is now and forever lost.

Lost to a new normal and she is a cold calculating bitch, relishing in the pleasures she’s locked away.

To never again have your hand massage the soft curves of my breasts and tease my hardened nipples—mercilessly.

To never again bend over taut muscles caressing my tum as I await love’s sweet sting across my round bottom.

To never again kneel at your feet with greed and consumption in my mind and eyes.

To never again feel the heat and pressure of your unsheathed masculinity between my open thighs.

To lust in vain. To die of pain.

To lose all but my words and these potent visions.

Command me back! Now, surrender and let you make the decision.


A little lockdown poetry playing on my mind. If you enjoyed this poem and would like to chat with me about it, then please visit my NiteFlirt page.

Also my romantic erotic short story One Night in Paris is available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited or only .99 without it. Check it out! 🙏🏾✨❤️

Header pic by Nappy.

5 thoughts on “Command Me Back

      1. You are welcome,I won’t stop passing by


    1. Yes, longing and pain amplified by the uncertainty of this global pandemic. Hope you and your loved ones are staying healthy and safe. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. 🙏🏾❤️


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