The Needs Of My Muse

"There are times, she just needs to be taken in hand"

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My fingers

drift over her

submissive desire

My amorous plait

woven in a pulsating knot

within the array

of my tease

I undress her soul

between her pages

submerged in

intimate pauses

I am relentless in my gaze

bringing her to her knees

in each frail line

faithfully and frankly mine

her thirst swelters

as my. caged delight

tethered in leather

an exquisite sight

laced intimate pauses

wrapped tight

her submissive

desires seep

Dripping down her thighs

urging my voracious appetite

My careful whispers drip

sliding deep

My fingers penetrate

mine to dominate

Published 1 year ago

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