Lost Before We Begin

"Have you ever been in that place ?"

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He met me on

our playground

Where feathers dance

across my skin

Tightening restraints

Im lost before

we begin

His passion pours

all over me

bathing me

in that warmth

only he can give

I am glowing

dripping

in his moonlight touch

Begging

for that sensual release

as his fingers

scissor within me

cutting my strings

letting me rise up

attaching me to the tails

of screaming stars

Transcending into silence

of submission and devotion

Published 2 years ago

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