My dear

I'm walking towards you, my dear,
In the semi-darkness of our bedroom.
I have an open transparent gown on me
And beneath it a naked lustful body, my dear.
My breasts, are wanting, large and round
Nipples stiff from the memory of the morning.
Silver chains are pierced through my nipples,
Through the nipples you love so much, my dear.
He pierced them when he took me to the salon
To mark my body as belonging to him, my dear.
On silver clasps, a black queen of spades hangs
A mark to remind me of who I am, my dear.

I'm close to you, and you kiss me,
On the thighs and Venus mound, hair trimmed short.
You also kiss the tattoo above my kitty
Queen of spades and his initials, my dear.

I let him mark me as his whore, my dear
To mark me, so you know I belong to him,
What belongs to him,
What he has conquered.
Please, don't stop kissing me, my dear.

I love you more and more, my dear
From our marriage vows,
To the back seat of his car,
From our marital bed,
To riding his black cock,
In the booth of the club,
While his gang is filming and cheering me ride him, my dear.

I love you more and more
Because of him and what is doing to me.
I love you more and more, dear.
I brought you his seed
Into our marital bed,
love me, please
Because I cannot live without you, my dear

Angels Of Lust