My soul yearns for fulfillment
Long dormant, awaiting release
Who hold the key?
Beauty, eyes of opulent Green
Hair, Dark and Long
Lips full and pouting
Breasts awaiting a touch
Pain, white hot and pure
Given freely, filled with lust
Control, driven by love
Submission, complete and welcomed
Obedience, without remorse
Pleasure, feeding my being
Fulfillment consuming my essence
A soul awaiting a torch
A mind awaiting release
Where will it lead?
Who holds the key?
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