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My Master
0 ReviewsA poem for the one I love
In the dark with my master,
I close my eyes as he strokes my face.
He runs his fingers through my hair,
And pulls me close.
I moan as his lips touch mine,
Softly, gently.
I gasp as he possesses me,
Totally, wildly, hungrily.
He takes me,
With abandon.
I give him myself,
Willingly, readily.
I scream,
At the bliss.
I groan,
At the pleasure.
Every sensation,
Is exquisite.
My nerve endings,
Strumming, throbbing.
With the pleasure,
The sweet torment.
My master brings.
I close my eyes as he strokes my face.
He runs his fingers through my hair,
And pulls me close.
I moan as his lips touch mine,
Softly, gently.
I gasp as he possesses me,
Totally, wildly, hungrily.
He takes me,
With abandon.
I give him myself,
Willingly, readily.
I scream,
At the bliss.
I groan,
At the pleasure.
Every sensation,
Is exquisite.
My nerve endings,
Strumming, throbbing.
With the pleasure,
The sweet torment.
My master brings.
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