Playing doll

I lie on the bed, rigid but soft
My foot in his hands, caged in lace
He cups my ankle and raises my leg
I am still, yet I’m warm, with my skin all encased

His fingers dance slowly along the shape of my leg
Under my knee to a particular place
His light touch makes me quiver and shiver and shake
And he glares with dark eyes at my china face

He continues to stroke me, reaching my thigh
How perfectly pretty and graciously grace
He pulls at my stocking and lowers his lips
To the warmth of my skin with a kiss he does trace

The beat of my breast quickens under my breath
And the smile on his lips makes my heart race
His kiss skips up my thigh and his fingers do creep
As I feel a heat rise at a precarious pace

I remain painfully still as he has his way
Touching and groping around in my space
He undresses and presses his hands on my skin
And I feel myself longing to feel his embrace

Exposed and excited he shifts me about
Positioning my body to cause me disgrace
He settles my shape and pins my wrists to the sheets
I’m a motionless dolly falling deep in subspace

The love that he makes is sweet yet sadistic
My affections withheld, my expression erased
Yet the emotions inside me are never restricted
My feeling for him can not be misplaced

Once he is done I may come back to life
He holds me and kisses my flushed fleshy face
His arms are my comfort nowhere else is as safe
His body a blanket I’ll never replace

i love it!!!! i love love love playing dolly hehe i never met anyone else that did though. i really really like your poem it's beautiful (and pretty hot too tehe)

simply beautiful, nibbles *bows* you have a talent, a heart, and a brain - I like that *smiles*

this is amazing. so beautiful and perfectly put. so wonderful.