- Erotic Poetry
- My slave
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I frequently see you before me,
collared… tethered to me with an unbreakable leash.
You are my prized possession
my one transgression.
You are mine to cherish or to punish
to set free or bind
to touch as softly as smoke
or to roughly bind with rope, grip and grope.
Your gift is your complete submission,
your kneeling position and
your downcast eyes,
your desires granted by My permission.
Your reward is found deep inside you.
The person you are,
but hide from others,
is pulled from your wetness
by He who demands the real you.
You are my sex slave, my tramp, my slut, my fuck toy,
…you are My joy.
Sir
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