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Made to Blush
The deepest shade of her red blush will make
The one, who owns her, pleased; in sweet delight,
She'll be pulled from the bed and we will take
Such time in fucking her throughout a night,
While her husband sleeps on - he will not stir;
She'll kneel upon a rug and she will raise
Her white arse, so her owner can refer
Real need to it and slide in; she can gaze
Into the night sky's void, as she is filled;
A hand around her throat will twist her head;
She'll watch her sleeping spouse, as need is spilled
Into her cunt - each spill a story thread
That takes its time - there is no need to rush
As, shaded by red dawn, she's made to blush.
The one, who owns her, pleased; in sweet delight,
She'll be pulled from the bed and we will take
Such time in fucking her throughout a night,
While her husband sleeps on - he will not stir;
She'll kneel upon a rug and she will raise
Her white arse, so her owner can refer
Real need to it and slide in; she can gaze
Into the night sky's void, as she is filled;
A hand around her throat will twist her head;
She'll watch her sleeping spouse, as need is spilled
Into her cunt - each spill a story thread
That takes its time - there is no need to rush
As, shaded by red dawn, she's made to blush.
Published 9th May 2015
| Edited 3rd Sep 2017
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