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Each evening you leave me,
Amongst broken whips and chains.
Yet every night, I follow you,
Like a dog.
Keeping notes of your pleasures,
your midnight secrets,
Your dreams.
And in the morning l lie,
Weary and worn, but wanting.
Then you leave me again.
This is our dance, you and I
Our waltz of passion,
My tango of shame.
You play out the steps well,
And I am a fool for your tune.
You unfold me
Take this naked heart
Peel back encrusted layers
And own me
Every inch of flesh is accounted for
Under your exacting scrutiny
Eyes that hide
Under wide mistrusting lids
Flower in your presence
Ungainly hips and dimpled thighs
Dance beneath your touch
Graceful fluidity
Finds me
Under the radar of your gaze
You strip me
Of emotional restraint
Slice through walls of anger
Pulling me through the fence
Of remorse, of pity, of doubt
And raise me up
A jewel
In your palms
You own me
These overlapping pieces
Carefully constructed
To fold around you
She tensed as a fingertip danced across her exposed cleavage, followed by a warm palm pressed against her cold skin. His hands slide down and dipped in between her breasts and she felt her nipples begin to harden despite herself. The blindfold had shut off her vision but heightened her sense of feeling, and she flinched as his mouth landed hard on hers. His lips felt dry in the morning air, and the slight graze of his stubble against her skin caused her to catch her breath. Light kisses trailed across her lips and over her throat, soft lashings that made her insides tingle. As he reached the base of her neck she squirmed involuntary which made him chuckle in delight. His tongue followed suit and circled her skin causing her to writhe beneath him. She pushed her chest upwards as she lay frustrated with her shackles. But felt the slow release as he pulled down her corset zip slightly allowing a cool blast of air to hitΒ her clammy skin. He could feel her impatienceΒ growing, and was relishing this rare moment where she was no longer the driving force.
I love it when you text me, as I masturbate
Obeying a slow build up of tension
Your words attempt to exacerbate
Interspersed with bursts of vibration
I love those eloquent virtual smacks
The requests you demand are sublime
The pulsating steps towards climax
The erratic responses in time.
I savour your cheeky suggestions
Smile, when I see you emote
Lap up your rhetorical questions
Indulge in the joy you promote
But to you these words are just frivolous
So my pleasure from you, stays oblivious.
In the material and spiritual realm
A soul telling your mind what your heart bleeds for.
They exist. I can taste it.
she writes stuff sometimes.
Text in ya face
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