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~ HIS ~

a lovely rose came to Him
head bowed, eyes lowered.
every inch of her alabaster flesh
begged to be whatever pleased Him.

she wanted to taste His desire
feel the sin of His lust.
she wanted to feel the sting of His whip
and the intense bite of clamps and clips.

she felt the heat rise flushing her cheeks
thinking of firm bamboo, a cane across her hip.
hands shackled straining against His binds
naked and totally as His disposal.

His voice, a soft whisper, spoke to her soul
calling to His lovely rose, His little one to surrender
to accept the harsh caress of His hands
and the intimacy of His cuffs.

and when it suits Him, His little one
shall carry His nurturing orgasms
the fruits of their labor
and bring forth a flood of love.

as they play this game,
the giving of total freedom.
her surrender makes Him
harden with anticipation.

her moans, deep and full of lust
give Him meaning
makes His heart ache
while His body quivers with delight.

she is His lovely rose,
Masters little one,
she is His and only His
to use and abuse.
Written by BlackVelvetRose (Ragdoll Raven)
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