- Erotic Poetry
- The Slave Across the Room
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THE SLAVE ACROSS THE ROOM
She sat with her cheeks bulging
Over her silvery duct tape gag,
Her eyes so inviting, her body enticing,
My chin running heavy with slag.
Our eyes met across the darkened room,
Our bodies both tied tight to chairs,
Both thinking about the same thing, I assume,
While mistress awaited downstairs.
Her red hair cascaded down over her ears,
Her blue eyes carried the promise of fun,
Shadowed just slightly by punishment fears,
And knowing, we neither, could run.
Her hands were tied, clasped, in her small, naked lap,
Her neck adorned with mistress' collar,
And I, in my restrained state, could but lust in my nap,
'Bout the slave who could not give a holler.
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