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The stars ********
You gently stroke the back of Your
large hand down my cheek,
tiltiing my chin up to look
into Your eyes...
and i *see* the stars.
You run Your hand up,
across the hot,soft flesh
of my inner thigh,
touching my wetness,
and i *feel* the stars.
You hurt me,make me suffer,
make me cry out Your name...
and i *need* the stars.
You kiss me,whispering
"good girl,you're Mine"...
and i *hear* the stars.
You tell me i'm forgiven,
and hold me till the tears subside...
and i return to You,the stars.
Please Master...show me the stars?
********
large hand down my cheek,
tiltiing my chin up to look
into Your eyes...
and i *see* the stars.
You run Your hand up,
across the hot,soft flesh
of my inner thigh,
touching my wetness,
and i *feel* the stars.
You hurt me,make me suffer,
make me cry out Your name...
and i *need* the stars.
You kiss me,whispering
"good girl,you're Mine"...
and i *hear* the stars.
You tell me i'm forgiven,
and hold me till the tears subside...
and i return to You,the stars.
Please Master...show me the stars?
********
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