You know he knows

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If you close your eyes, you know he knows
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MagicBob
MagicBob
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After the kisses and hugs,
After the erotic massage,
And, after the blindfold,
You lay quietly on my bed.

After something rubs past your nose,
After the smell of leather,
And, after you take a deep breath,
A smack hits you squarely.

After kisses of pain flow,
After the slow touch of leather,
And, after the fingers caress your skin,
Pain melts into pleasure.

After escalation rises,
After your breathing rises,
And it occurs again and again,
Your heated honey flows.

After you are on the ledge,
After you are right there,
After you are denied,
You know I am running your edge.

After you are almost delirious,
After every nerve ending is on fire,
And after your skin is damp,
A smart smack hit tender wet lips.

After you are free falling,
After you are in the moment,
And, after the flogger caresses,
You feel right fingers in your mouth.

After your back bucks up,
After left fingers hit the spot,
And after thumb tweaks your clit,
Your body quivers and the spasms hit.

After your breath returns,
After your heart rate slows,
And, I say it is OK to cry,
You know he knows you.

MagicBob
MagicBob
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