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Your Vortex

"Dear sir, I came this morning: thoughts of you  
And thoughts of your consent mean I instruct  
Myself to come again, that's what I'll do  
Because I rather love it when I'm sucked  
Into your vortex, mindful of the role  
And place a pet can, truly, find delight  
In, as my pussy gently heats; my soul  
Will soon accede to the fact that you're right  
To use me as you choose, in any way  
That pleases you: I'm trusting you, of course,  
To care for mind and body; yesterday,  
I learned to love your insistence, I'll source  
My pleasure from the ideas need implants:  
They're just the things to make my fingers dance."
Written by SweetOblivion
Published | Edited 2nd Apr 2017
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