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For You
This is yours
It is collared and leashed,
You are on her breasts
her pussy and arms.
They all bear your name.
Wetness clings to my folds
at a simple thought.
Tingles run up my arms at your touch
pleasure grips my soul
from a single word from your lips.
I can barely breathe!
You cling to my mind,
no matter where I am
You are on my mind mon amour.
It is collared and leashed,
You are on her breasts
her pussy and arms.
They all bear your name.
Wetness clings to my folds
at a simple thought.
Tingles run up my arms at your touch
pleasure grips my soul
from a single word from your lips.
I can barely breathe!
You cling to my mind,
no matter where I am
You are on my mind mon amour.
Published 10th Apr 2012
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