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Nights of Rain
The rain last night has left a sea of mud
Throughout the winter garden, but the seed
Is pushing up; though these seedlings won't feed
Her appetite for usage; still, the flood
Of master's seed that pumps through her, like blood,
Works better when she looks up and must heed
His wintry stare: she swallows - he won't breed
Her yet, unlike the mare who needs the stud,
As she needs him by night and through the day -
She longs for him, but lingers on the taste
Of sperm upon her lips, as she will gain
When cleaning master's cock-head; the dark clay
Outside can feed the snowdrops - she won't waste
The seed that sir feeds her through nights of rain.
Throughout the winter garden, but the seed
Is pushing up; though these seedlings won't feed
Her appetite for usage; still, the flood
Of master's seed that pumps through her, like blood,
Works better when she looks up and must heed
His wintry stare: she swallows - he won't breed
Her yet, unlike the mare who needs the stud,
As she needs him by night and through the day -
She longs for him, but lingers on the taste
Of sperm upon her lips, as she will gain
When cleaning master's cock-head; the dark clay
Outside can feed the snowdrops - she won't waste
The seed that sir feeds her through nights of rain.
Published 8th Jan 2017
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Anonymous
8th Jan 2017 6:30pm
I loved every line of this...I'm sure you know this already...but these here...yup....
"As she needs him by night and through the day -
She longs for him, but lingers on the taste
Of sperm upon her lips"
xoxo Taryn
"As she needs him by night and through the day -
She longs for him, but lingers on the taste
Of sperm upon her lips"
xoxo Taryn
9th Jan 2017 1:21am
The soil appreciates the wetness of the rain - the master appreciates the wetness of the submissive - I believe.
