Erotic PoetryThe Growing Warmtha smack
rings out
across
her ass
loud and clear
the sound stops
the red shows
bright and strong
she waits for more
the quiet dark
no sound at all
she knows it comes
again the paddle
comes down upon her
spanking her swiftly
away far too fast
anticipation grows
how many more tonight?
it might be twenty-two
or not one more stroke
the bonds begin to loosen
her eyes are uncovered slow
he turns her to meet his gaze
and completes it with a smile
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