Filthy and dangerous,chemical pleasure surges,this can never end -a pure, beautiful sensationburning so bright.Smoky and vaporous,Hot, wet, tight,Dirty and traitorous,driven by urges which refuse to bendin an erotic coronation,on Monday night.Sensation in flurry,Concentration is blight.Drifting and blurry,the bedchamber merges.Weariness prepared to...

Searing stingsBurned across snowy skin flexed and taught.Dangerous, filthy thingsmade up random, rancid thoughts,soaring on brutal, feathered wings.The perfect agony she felt could not be fought,nor her lust for the sharp, leather strings.Wondering if her mind will begin to rot,and...