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Spanking Sentiment: a villanelle


Spanking Sentiment: a villanelle

Your body's scented with a sweet perfume,
Which pleases me when, bent over my lap,
You wait my touch and tremble in the gloom,

Now it is nearly midnight in your room,
And I decide you need another slap,
So bodies can be scented with perfume.

It's a device: devised to make you swoon;
There's warmth in our connection. It's no trap.
I've done my worst, don't shiver in the gloom;

You beg me to release you, lest too soon,
Your eyes glaze up: and you give off the sap,
That fills the air around with sweet perfume.

I hope to see your bottom by the moon,
Its light is cool, but you still burn: the clap
Of my hand on your backside brought perfume,
That now anoints my fingers in the gloom.



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