There she is….
An object,
A possession to use.
A toy of My passions
And My desires.
She eagerly needs,
What is given ,with no regret.
Only a desire to please.
Her Limits pushed.
She soars to new heights.
When she retruns.
I hold her, comfort her.
She nestles into Me.
Happy and content, she purrs.
Letting her know
I am proud of her.
But after a time.
The touch of her skin,
brings more love in My heart.
Just as you took ,
The desire from her body.
I feel soo much more now.
I dont wish her out of My touch.
Why do I feel such inside Me.
Such a pleasure,
more than I felt before.
Is this wrong, or is this right.
Have the lines been blurred
