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Save Yourself
You mark your hands upon my arched derriére,
You may well have to slap my breasts as well;
And, if you bite my shoulders, can I share
The mewls I'll make? No? Oh! You can tell
My feelings from your gaze into my eyes:
It's not precluded: they aren't out of mind;
I take the blame, though you're one who supplies
My folds: their velvet black may make you blind
To even me: my scratches down your back
Are the next service for my hands, employed
In pulling your short hair; they will attack
Your wrists without silk scarves, for I've enjoyed
Each fetish you have shared for my distress
With the world: now save yourself for mistress.
You may well have to slap my breasts as well;
And, if you bite my shoulders, can I share
The mewls I'll make? No? Oh! You can tell
My feelings from your gaze into my eyes:
It's not precluded: they aren't out of mind;
I take the blame, though you're one who supplies
My folds: their velvet black may make you blind
To even me: my scratches down your back
Are the next service for my hands, employed
In pulling your short hair; they will attack
Your wrists without silk scarves, for I've enjoyed
Each fetish you have shared for my distress
With the world: now save yourself for mistress.
Published 29th Jan 2015
| Edited 2nd Mar 2019
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