Bruises

"He marks her for the very first time."

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Our insatiable love carved in your skin,
your breath quickens, my grip gets tight,
surrender kitten, don´t try to fight.
Moaning and gasping you finally give in,
a desperate tear runs down your trembling chin.

Your passion is a gushing wound,
I grab your hair, pulling back your head,
one hard stroke, your bubbly ass turns shiny red.
My fingers enter your gushing mound,
your begging voice, such a heavenly sound…

Published 6 years ago

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