Friday, May 29, 2009
 | You want my force and know no violence. That is not the way you will wind up hurting. Strapped to my bed left to my own thoughts. Would you mind if I zipped the leather mask. Adorned your flesh with bites, neck to navel. My fingers to pull you nearly to being apart. Just before pain I take extreme the pleasure. Rough around your edges and smooth inside. You pass on the point that I will not hear yours. For me you say and you will get the utter joy. To pounce or pound is my choice you just take. Feelings set aside for the want to know mine. A claim that you can take it in all my ways. Physical not for you by me but you will take. Longing for more I will go only for my time. That is when you will truly be finished off. |
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