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Beautifully balled
He’d ball his hand: a fist against your back
To press you beautifully - feel the palm
That spreads over your belly, as the black
Strap of the dress slides down – and you feel calm
Is dissipated, as anxiety
Trespasses, like his breath upon your neck;
And his lips kiss openly; there will be
Teeth marks upon your shoulder and the fleck
Of saliva that’s barely visible;
And, yet, it features strongly in your mind;
So much, your head is bowed – let him install
New feelings that will burn and make you blind
To all resisting thought as you recall
It’s time to lose that dress and have a ball…
To press you beautifully - feel the palm
That spreads over your belly, as the black
Strap of the dress slides down – and you feel calm
Is dissipated, as anxiety
Trespasses, like his breath upon your neck;
And his lips kiss openly; there will be
Teeth marks upon your shoulder and the fleck
Of saliva that’s barely visible;
And, yet, it features strongly in your mind;
So much, your head is bowed – let him install
New feelings that will burn and make you blind
To all resisting thought as you recall
It’s time to lose that dress and have a ball…
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