A Married Woman

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Koba
Koba
125 Followers

She comes to me now and then,
A married woman wanting the pleasures
The home fires have turned to ashes.
She comes to me with uncertainties,
A vulnerable voice seductively seeking,
Pleading blue eyes with magnetic magic.
She comes to me inquisitively silent
Confidence betrayed by years of neglect
Stuttering emotions pressing her forward.

She feels the stirring turmoil within The festering secrets locked up deep inside
Scratching and screeching and begging for air.
She feels the darkness of decadence roiling,
Sinfully curious, craving to explore
Submissive shadows searching for sunlight.

She seeks surrender, the aching desire
To give up control, the unquenchable need
To submit to a Dominant's authority.
She seeks thrills, an adrenaline addict
Quietly quivering with anticipation
Freed at last from frigid frustration.

She comes to me carpet crawling
Poised to pose, knees and elbows down,
Inviting me in, inviting me on.
She comes to me with fevered flesh
A wanton hunger to be fufilled,
And a bodily pride blooming anew.
She comes to me with a teenage passion
To break the bonds, to be tied and chained
To obtain release from contractual convenience.


Koba
Koba
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Epmd607Epmd607almost 17 years ago
bummed out

"The home fires have turned to ashes"? that kind of thing makes me stop reading something. sorry friend.