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Reversal
Let us be slower still and let them wait
Until you are untied and the rope marks
Have faded to a blush pink. Hesitate
And nothing’s lost, because we have the sparks
From kinky copulation all night long,
Where you were bound to love the loving mien
With which I knelt upon your heaving, strong
Chest to press my cunt down – as obscene
A gag as any you've tasted before;
Your strength will fade, like Samson’s; but desire
To have your mistress show you you’re the whore,
The slattern and the slut; may well inspire
Your slavish attention before we go
Back to our usual roles – so, let’s be slow…
Until you are untied and the rope marks
Have faded to a blush pink. Hesitate
And nothing’s lost, because we have the sparks
From kinky copulation all night long,
Where you were bound to love the loving mien
With which I knelt upon your heaving, strong
Chest to press my cunt down – as obscene
A gag as any you've tasted before;
Your strength will fade, like Samson’s; but desire
To have your mistress show you you’re the whore,
The slattern and the slut; may well inspire
Your slavish attention before we go
Back to our usual roles – so, let’s be slow…
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