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Click hereMute before his words,
In her darkness she awaits,
The first touch upon her mind,
The first response of her body,
Involuntary gasp at the stroke,
The first violation of her privacy,
She cannot see, but can feel,
As she is stripped and
Laid bare before him.
A breath caresses her in advance,
Of the lips which, whispering,
Repeating her secret desires,
Trace their arousing ways,
Up, down, acorss, back,
Touching her in her
Most secret places.
A deep moan escapes her as his voice
Penetrates her with the lines upon
Her skin covering her quivering
Body/mind, which is which, for
She is lost within the poem
Which he is writing on her
Within her, touching
Parts of her so
Long kept as
Secrets.
At last, unable to take any more,
As hands and words and tongue
And bodies become one she
Cries out begging for
The sins she has
Failed to
Commit...
But so desires.