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Shay73
Shay73
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in the wake of his whip
her skin aches, cries out for him
only in his air is she truly alive

her eyes show craving
depravity
a desperate longing only he can fill

she drinks in the pain he grants
wallows in the screams that flow from her
awaiting his next mark

lash after lash
her cries fill the air
with a symphony to his ears

he looks upon her
adoring the canvas he's painted on
his personal masterpiece

she soaks in his approval
and drinks in the sensations of lust and pain
as they coarse through her being

his whip comes to rest
and they melt into each other's sweat
a swirling of their primal scent

when sunlight ricochets off the walls
his hands reaches for what makes him feel whole
between the folds of their passion soaked sheets

Shay73
Shay73
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