My little Prisoner
Ó 1996 Anthony Congiano

Puzzling me

But, making me so damn happy

Quenching my soul

She’s lusting to be controlled

  Harder to get

Her game is making her sweat

Bound to be bound… and making her higher

When I held her down

She sparkled me

My conscious a blur

When she questioned me

Am I your prisoner?

The other side of her

What a surprise to me

For a time she’d be

My little prisoner

She begs me to stop

While she pleasures herself from on top

But when I let her go

She mournfully cried no

Her intentions are guessed

I guess all her no’s now mean yes

As I teasingly scold… she melts like candy

As I tighten my hold

She sparkled me

My conscious a blur

When she questioned me

Am I your prisoner?

The other side of her

What a surprise to me

For a time she’d be

My little prisoner

Spice her flesh to taste

A famished look on her face

She hungers to sting

With cries of pleasure she sings

She’s a sexier sent

But never a tender moment

Though her marks say she sore… she just catches her breath and

Now she’s begging for more