~*My Soul in Poetry*~
Tender
after the Strike
My hand warm on blistered flesh
Sealing the Heat.
My Love.
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you are My treasure
My infinite Gift.
My heart, you are the movement
of My breath, the stir of my Passion.
yep My wildfire. My darkest joy.
My light.
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Elegant girl, My own.
My elusive butterfly.
How I have searched.
My perfection, you fulfill the ache.
The Need. Together you and I
become One.
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Whisper to Me
What do you want, My sweet?
Where do you want it, My treasure?
How much will you endure, my Gift?
How long before you beg for more, my Love?
Whisper to Me
How wet..
How hot..
How you ache..
Whisper to Me, My desire.
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There is a sweet Black to it
all..
The heavy hand..the gentle sweep of
flesh to flesh..
I open myself to Him...
Heart..Mind..Soul..
And He buries Himself well..
His Mastery is the Tone..
The Look..
The Touch..
With Him..I can be myself..
I can give with all my heart..
I can be vulnerable and innocent..
I can be freed of control
In His palm..I can place my life.
I belong to Him.
I am the clay
He the molder..
I bend to His will
and He....
Will never break the fragile Gift of my submission.
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Your eyes consume Me...
Blind Me with dazzling light..
No ray of sun would dare outshine.
Your mouth invites Me
with the soft adore of dewy velvet
I yearn to cling to.
Your touch elicits that pulsing surge..
Electric rush of blood..
I would drink you.
Your love is that perfection..
Priceless treasure..
A lifetime hoped for.
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