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Secretly online

Never have I met him, this man on lit screens.
My familiar stranger...
fucking my mind, directing my hand's, owning my dream's.
Our everyday knowing of each other's schedules and
routine's, shared fantasy, role play, masturbation perfected times in between.

Linked by united and unique appetites
of people and places hidden or there in plain sight.
"Watch me cum baby, wanna see a cock fight?"
Words enhanced and nothing taboo in the day or the night.

Spank me, kiss me, emoji hands and kiss faces of glee, he say's...
"I'll use all I can, as an extension of me".

Erotic videos and photos of ourselves and with strangers,
​testing the limits and respecting its dangers.
We archive on our personal and shared email,
not for the weak, vanilla, closed minded or frail.

My husband, his wife, they can't ever know..
they'll never understand our addiction of words, needs and feelings that glow.
We plan well, fearing marital destruction and avoiding the ultimate blow,
afraid of that old saying..."you will reap what you sow".

Far from love, this will never be. It's the controlling, the deviance,
the distance, the commands you see!!??
We cannot live not releasing what's now controlled within or
deny the person beneath this imploding skin.
So erotic are my verbal command's..
our ohhh's and the aahhh's shaking and vibrating in hand.

Bold "FUCK ME'S !!", Capped Pet names between our ear's...
video recordings, toys vibrating, hips gyrating, orgasms through tears.
My most intimate stranger knows me so well, my darkest requests to only him do I tell.

A text I just received....

"Tonight after dinner and practice, around nine...
meet me in our mental bedroom we've dangerously designed.
From the wall color, carpet and toys tastefully refined, our
private place where I am your's and you're sinfully and secretly mine's".
Darkpoetria
Written by Darkpoetria (DarkOakPoetry)
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