Rook's Hypno Verses
"Mine"
by RookConrad
I'll likely just continue to add to these as I get inspiration/ideas
All it takes is a word:
“Mine.”
The word slips inside, opens wide,
Grows teeth and bites down.
“Mine” becomes fangs of bliss.
Teeth and claws that dig in deep,
Taking hold of her mind,
Rippling pleasure over her skin.
Muscles tense from the change,
Then relax into compliance.
“Mine” sends a shiver down her spine,
Makes an empty space warm and wet.
Cheeks flush, back arches, body craves touch.
“Mine” tightens its hold, the mind gives way,
Welcomes the haze of eager surrender.
Obedience becomes pleasure,
Submission becomes purpose,
Desire becomes need.
“Mine” melts away will,
Melts down between her thighs,
Melts away every last thing which is not
Being Mine.
Feel free to suggest concepts/prompts, if anything strikes your fancy!