- Erotic Poetry
- My Arse My Soul
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His hand caress and stroke my neck,
He caress my face.
Fingers stroke my lips.
He works his fingers through my hair,
Pulling me back hard against him.
Slowly he massages my temples,
The pressure increasing gradually,
Pushing all from my mind,
All but him.
His hands travel down,
Caressing and soothing.
They move down over my breasts,
Over my arms.
He guides my arms behind me,
Binding me with his power alone.
I move to the bed as he instructs.
I kneel, offering my arse or cunt to him.
His hand slaps my arse,
Mellowing my soul.
He thrusts his fingers into my cunt,
He captures my soul in his hand.
He takes that gift in his hand,
Holding it gently but firmly,
Treasuring it lusting for it.
He continues to stroke my arse,
A soft light kiss,
A sharp nip,
Warmth spreading over my arse,
To my cunt.
He has marked me,
A visible mark no, nothing to the eye.
But he branded my soul.
I am his.............. always.
