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And afterwards
And, afterwards, he slid his hand across
Each impression and mark upon her legs:
Her thigh so filled his hand, it was a loss
To let it go and slide to feel the dregs
That all the spanking thrills had made her spill
Excitedly: yet, he won't let her skin
Recover very fast, for that could kill
The intimacy of each bruise, that's been
Laid out with such attention and due care
For hours on end: a discipline so clear
That every scene recalls how she'd not dare
To miss a single moment - let him steer
Her back towards the pleasure he affords,
Before he slides his hand; and afterwards...
Each impression and mark upon her legs:
Her thigh so filled his hand, it was a loss
To let it go and slide to feel the dregs
That all the spanking thrills had made her spill
Excitedly: yet, he won't let her skin
Recover very fast, for that could kill
The intimacy of each bruise, that's been
Laid out with such attention and due care
For hours on end: a discipline so clear
That every scene recalls how she'd not dare
To miss a single moment - let him steer
Her back towards the pleasure he affords,
Before he slides his hand; and afterwards...
Published 30th Jun 2015
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