Erotic PoetryMasterMaster,
your slut is waiting,
her pussy is wet
and calling your name.
Give it to her,
Give it to her
hard and throbbing,
gentle and teasing,
hold her tight
and call her yours.
Own me for one night, Master,
I will take the role
and leave myself beyond;
past the smell of leather
and feel of studded collar,
sinking into your voice
and savoring the feel
of fuck, yeah,
on my tongue.
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