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My Favorite Toy
Fingers trace down her arms
As she succumbs to all my charms
Submitting to my kiss
A line drawn between pain and bliss
Control my one desire
For now I'm her personal sire
Wrists wrapped with silken rope
Her obedience now my hope
Her body mine to taste
Her fine lines my tongue has now traced
Blind to my seduction
Her nipples I now give suction
Popping free from my teeth
My tongue circles them like a wreath
Moans grow from deep within
Inducing my seductive grin
Tightly now the clamps grip
As her nectar flows to a drip
With my tongue I enjoy
The taste of my favorite toy
As she succumbs to all my charms
Submitting to my kiss
A line drawn between pain and bliss
Control my one desire
For now I'm her personal sire
Wrists wrapped with silken rope
Her obedience now my hope
Her body mine to taste
Her fine lines my tongue has now traced
Blind to my seduction
Her nipples I now give suction
Popping free from my teeth
My tongue circles them like a wreath
Moans grow from deep within
Inducing my seductive grin
Tightly now the clamps grip
As her nectar flows to a drip
With my tongue I enjoy
The taste of my favorite toy
Published 3rd Apr 2013
| Edited 4th Apr 2013
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25th Apr 2013 5:16am
25th Apr 2013 1:40pm
Can't help it I like being in control. Not all the time, but just most of the time. Nothing wrong with a little rope and whips. Brings a whole different arousal to the room.
25th Apr 2013 2:37pm
