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Relinquish
Trembling lips whisper
"No"
Though when I touch you bare
Like a geyser
Erupting
WHIPPING neglected derriere...
You protest
But don't stop me...
Do you even dare?
With a stroke of my hand
A kiss on your nape
I envoke
A choke on assent
You feign an escape
I love our game
Where you run
And I chase
But in the end
...You always wait
For that torturous release
The only one I can gift
When death is a soft "please"
And control is relinquished.
"No"
Though when I touch you bare
Like a geyser
Erupting
WHIPPING neglected derriere...
You protest
But don't stop me...
Do you even dare?
With a stroke of my hand
A kiss on your nape
I envoke
A choke on assent
You feign an escape
I love our game
Where you run
And I chase
But in the end
...You always wait
For that torturous release
The only one I can gift
When death is a soft "please"
And control is relinquished.
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