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Puppet Master
She
is the
high priestess,
the puppet master
and I am her effigy
the magic in her hands, she moves me
her words,
they entrance
she works my body
into a frenzy
an utterance,
incantation and dance
salacious imagery
of her beautiful, heart shaped ass
bent over just
begging me to be fucked
I, the star-crossed Satyr
weakened as I stare upon
her mystical “diamond in the rough”
(she is indeed, Kryptonite)
she moves my hands toward
my swollen, engorged cock
my body and soul tingle
I'm on fire, feeling every delicious aftershock....I tremble
having no will of my own
my large, black member
harder than stone
pulsing of hot lava
from deep within
Kilauea's throne.....
grasping "Steely Dan"
with strong hand
stroking it slowly
up and down
accelerating
faster and faster
beating this massive flesh
like a mad man
and I see my reflection
inside the fire that burns
in her eyes
that sinister, wry grin
the seismic river
flowing from between her thighs
an eruption that splashes
all over her alabaster skin
burning ever so slowly
she begs me to “stick it in”
caught up in her web of words
and silken puppet strings.....
…controlling the soul of me
screaming in night desires to
fuck the shit out of thee
Puppet Master
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