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Black Swans Night Call with KristinaX

Push me tightly into the walls,
With a jerk, steal my breath
I feel the veins tremble,
With you dominating my mind

I haven't been forceful enough
Let you down
You need CONTROL
Things will be different now

You will tell me: “Baby, cry!
After all, no one hears you ... ”
You are my Lord, the Executioner,
Who writes the script

I let love get in the way
Broke my own damn rules
Push and pull
Heart strings need stretching

Weaving a knot in my braids
You twine like a boa around my neck
And you drink dew of my passion,
Rub yourself with unshaven stubble

Do I confuse you
Is it exciting
Never knowing who the beast is
What is the mission today

In your captivity I will cry,
You willingly lick away tears
And your kiss is hot,
Put it between the thighs ...

You allowed so much force
Completely at my discretion
Outside of sexuality
Suddenly roles were clouded

Loosen the knots on the body,
Allow a little power
The breath cuts the air
And you are perfect, Master!
Written by PoetSpeak
Author's Note
Part 2 of my collaboration with KristinaX
Photo by Kristina
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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