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Virtual Reality

The room it smells of lilac  
there's a robe upon the floor  
searching through my memory  
when she walks on in the door  
   
long hair of silk sashaying  
her breasts are pert and firm  
a smile so inviting  
whispers " now it is my turn"  
   
of where and how I got here  
is not of due concern  
she ties me to the bedposts  
dripping candlewax as I start to burn  
   
her lips and tongue caress me  
from my toes up to my hips  
I beg and scream for mercy  
as she teases my stiff oiled tip  
   
my head leans back my eyes roll up  
her nails rip apart my skin  
minutes turn into hours  
in this game we both will win  
   
I picture the wild seductress  
as she disappears from my sight  
still wondering if it really happened  
or was I dreaming the whole damn night  
   
 
Written by JusTim_
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