Dark Lord (880)

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I sit thinking of you
And almost subconsciously
My head tilts to the side,
Exposing my pale neck.
How I long to be taken again,
To feel a warm body
Pressed against me from behind,
As lips, tongue and teeth
Dance across the throbbing
Pulse in my neck.
Just thinking of it
Makes my eyes flutter,
Makes my heart race,
Makes a small moan
Escape my lips.
How I would love to
Share that with you.
To have you kiss my pulse,
Make it jump under your tongue,
Then bite into it,
Holding me tightly to you,
As you drink me down.
To be in your arms,
To kiss you softly
And taste my blood on your lips,
Feel your heart pulsing
Beneath my fingers
As I softly whisper,
“Thank you my Dark Lord”

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Love's forms

Dark nocturnal activity ~ of the sexual nature.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Here's a piece better suited for October's end than a month before Valentine's Day.

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