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Winter Mornings: Warming Thoughts
When winter mornings seem so drear and dark,
She can wake on her tummy with a smile;
And stretch with a firm push - you might remark
That she is well presented; for a while,
When half awake and her fine rear is raised,
She waits and, then, she reaches back to spread
Herself, remembering how she was praised
Before he pressed into her on that bed;
Or on the floor, where she would have just knelt;
Having been told to do so, she released
Her master's glorious cock and placed his belt
Upon the bed, so once her sucking ceased,
He could employ said belt without much warning:
A warming thought upon a winter's morning.
She can wake on her tummy with a smile;
And stretch with a firm push - you might remark
That she is well presented; for a while,
When half awake and her fine rear is raised,
She waits and, then, she reaches back to spread
Herself, remembering how she was praised
Before he pressed into her on that bed;
Or on the floor, where she would have just knelt;
Having been told to do so, she released
Her master's glorious cock and placed his belt
Upon the bed, so once her sucking ceased,
He could employ said belt without much warning:
A warming thought upon a winter's morning.
Published 23rd Feb 2015
| Edited 29th Oct 2019
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