Robin Michelle Writes

{28 April 2011}   The Abyss

The abyss beckons
Whispering lies of sweet peace
I teeter on the edge


{4 March 2011}   Inscribe #FuckMeFriday


Mark me with your lust

Engrave your desire into my skin

Each slap, each blow

Elicits moans and writhing

Nipples harden

Skin flushes

Cunt spasms and floods


I cry

I gasp

I yearn

I wait

I reach


Only when you are satisfied

With your handiwork of

Welts and bruises

When they have become

Braille for your fingers

As you stroke and caress

Then will your lust

Demand satiation

And  you will fill me

And inscribe me on the inside as well





et cetera