Palm of Your Hand

You have got me in the palm of your hand, and you probably don't even know it.

You could do anything with me, anything at all.

It's pathetic, really.

You could, just by way of example, march right up to me, wrap your arms around me, and then thrust your tongue into my mouth, and I would simply accept it.

Or… you could shove me against the wall and start gnawing on my neck, and you'd hear nary a complaint from me.

Pathetic.

If you wanted, you could even rip my shirt off before pushing me down onto my bed and climbing on top of me, your hair falling into my face as you press your lips against my chest, and I'd put up with it.

Seriously, what kind of man am I?

I mean, you could even tear your own clothes off, hang those glorious breasts in my face while taking one of my hands into yours and placing it on that amazing ass, and I wouldn't even think of protesting.

Pitiful. Absolutely pitiful.

Even if you then undid my pants and took me into you, rocking your body against me as you smashed your lips on mine until the both of us lost all control… Why, I am so enthralled by you, that I would simply accept my fate.

Truly pathetic.

So yes, my love. I am absolutely in the palm of your hand. And you could do anything you want to me. Anything at all.

So my only question is…

What do you want to do to me first?