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Fragrance
She’s conscious of a fragrance in the dark
When she kneels by the pool and spots the fish
That skim beneath the surface; they don’t mark
Her presence in the least; and she might wish
That others will not note the way her glance
Is rather brief before he grabs her hair
And tugs her face up so that she can gaze
Upon her master and the hard affair
He needs her to dispose of in the haze
Of harebells and white daisies that surround
This solitary spot, where he will show
Her how to suck his cock, until he’s found
Sweet pleasure as her lips begin to mesh
And she’s most conscious of his fragrant flesh
When she kneels by the pool and spots the fish
That skim beneath the surface; they don’t mark
Her presence in the least; and she might wish
That others will not note the way her glance
Is rather brief before he grabs her hair
And tugs her face up so that she can gaze
Upon her master and the hard affair
He needs her to dispose of in the haze
Of harebells and white daisies that surround
This solitary spot, where he will show
Her how to suck his cock, until he’s found
Sweet pleasure as her lips begin to mesh
And she’s most conscious of his fragrant flesh
Published 5th Dec 2015
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