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Collared
Ironically I am collared
to your eyes
that undress
to be undressed
pleading own me
so I can show you
the bare raw passion
of this queen
leashed to your ambitions
that full wanting lips whisper
I grip your words
and silence the plea
with a single finger
pressing gently
parting your lips gently
allowing desire to unravel
I lead them commandly
and take hold of what escapes
taking control effortlessly
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