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Sirs Venus

Sir wanted and would have me complete and his.  
He soon did.  
 
After capture Sir began sculpting me.  
There is power in becumming mans Art.  
It went straight to my head,  
and i would have lived and died in his bed.  
 
The sound of his voice his medium,  
his low growl exhaled fumes leaving me high.  
He easily molded me into to shapes i'd never wanted to bend.  
But my God how i did!
 
His minds eye, it felt wrong not to be in his sight.  
I rarely was not.  
 
Our sex made etchings on my body.  
Left ligiture marks to be tucked away,  
I did not want to.  
I Wore them proud but private brands.  
Hard to hide what i had becum.  
 
His bit of perfection,  
Sirs creation.
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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