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Your ingenious ingenuity.
Your covetousness.
Your peacefully and serene
tenderness.
Your humanity.
Your distinct individuality.
Your benevolence.
Your supremely dictating mastery.
Your charming appeal.
Your physical sensuality.
Your contemplation.
Your exceptionally rare uniqueness.
I love;
The way the sunlight
Sparkles downward upon Your flaxen hair.
The way that Your eyes
Shimmer in roguish joviality.
The way that Your shorts
Embrace Your firmly sensual backside.
The extensiveness
Of Your powerfully muscled shoulders.
The firm steadfastness
Of Your predominantly taunt biceps.
The force and power
Of Your sensually smooth, yet rough hands.
The silvery-blue
Of Your captivatingly intense eyes.
The rigid sprinkle
Enclosing Your unyieldingly strong lips.
I love;
The way Your hand feels
When You are stroking the side of my face.
The way Your hand feels
When You’re nestling Your fingers in my hair.
The way You look at
Me when Your eyes are filled with desire.
The way You kiss me
When You’re conquering, plundering my mouth.
The look in Your eyes
As You slide Yourself into my hot sheath.
The way You tease me
As Your teeth nibble upon my shoulder.
The pinch of Your grasp
As You pull and tug upon my nipples.
The crush of Your hand
As You mold my breasts, squeezing them tightly.
I love;
The care which You take
When You are placing me in Your restraints.
The joy You give me
When You’re spanking my naughty little ass.
The power You give
When I submit to Your heated desire.
The sting of the whip
When You wield the flogger’s soft leather strands.
The stroke of Your touch
When You slip it into my damp, wet warmth.
Your gentle caress
When You tease my distended little clit.
The sound of Your voice
When You pressure me to mind Your command.
The feel of Your cock
When You slide if lovingly into my mouth.
I love;
The feel of Your hands
When You pull my hair, drawing my head back.
The feel of Your cock
When You slide it in my wet, willing sheath.
The feel of Your stroke
When You slowly slide Yourself within me.
The sound of Your heart
When You are embracing me securely.
The scrape of Your nails
When You rake them down the length of my back.
The feel of Your cock
When I slowly slide my tongue over it.
That Your being there
Makes my heart permeate with devotion.
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