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leather
seemingly dirty in an illicit way
you evoke a feeling in me
it stirs within the soul of my being
igniting passions full of ravenous greed
I deny myself it feels good to hunger
then to fill myself in these moments I am grateful
my body pleads with me
let me have him
but you are forbidden fruit
there are rules that must be followed
my vow, to take seriously your desires
a sanctioned meeting of the minds
deliver me to my shackles
bind my pride with leather
I will submit to your ardor
my flesh feels the burn of your need
I undulate with want
but you withhold your touch
I cry out for release but you deny me
I seek you in my dark hour
you are there just out of sight
then when i can bear no more
you taste me. first my gentleness
then my insolence broken by your resolve
it tastes like victory
you've broken through to the other side
we enter a new dimension
our sex is a drug, I succumb to your skilled touch
orgasmic bliss at the hands of a Master
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