Imaginative Thoughts

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Unshared dreams of who is in charge
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melimelissa
melimelissa
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While I am never one to advocate
Topping from the bottom, I may lead
You, when I know just how I should placate
Imaginative thoughts, that often feed
Your crude eroticism in a mix
With delicate delight; when you're unsure
Of the next step to take, once you have stripped
My clothes, and found me unsullied and pure,
Despite the thoughts I express, when you're near
Enough to comprehend each nuance, where
I caveat carefully, so it's clear
You could and would and should, but as you care,
You, of course, decide you may well not,
Given such flirty fantasies are hot

melimelissa
melimelissa
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42Below42Below30 days ago

Some poems reward a slow disciplined rereading. This is such a poem. Very clever.

HottieOlwenHottieOlwenabout 1 month ago

Méli is clear about the thing,

To top from below's not correct

So she always adopts her submissive form

To ensure that there's no neglect.

She's a proper, true sub

She loves the control

Her Master's so strict

He makes use of each hole.

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