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A Charm In Her Repose
When she lies back, her brown hair a cascade
Behind her shoulder on the wooden arm
Of this upholstered couch, there is a charm
In her repose: her hands are both displayed;
They’re resting modestly above hand made
Materials that mean the dark skirts form
A barrier, while she knows that the storm
Will come with your commands, that she’s obeyed
Before and will respond to once again;
When she can turn her head off – this is part
Of her joy in her freedom to accept
All that you’ll have her do – pleasure and pain;
Her mind is silent – she’s ready to start
To play the sluttish cunt you so expect.
Behind her shoulder on the wooden arm
Of this upholstered couch, there is a charm
In her repose: her hands are both displayed;
They’re resting modestly above hand made
Materials that mean the dark skirts form
A barrier, while she knows that the storm
Will come with your commands, that she’s obeyed
Before and will respond to once again;
When she can turn her head off – this is part
Of her joy in her freedom to accept
All that you’ll have her do – pleasure and pain;
Her mind is silent – she’s ready to start
To play the sluttish cunt you so expect.
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