- Erotic Poetry
- Your Master
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I miss being your Master,
Our sweat drenched bodies pressed together,
Fucking you hard, faster and faster,
Twisting your body, light as a feather.
I miss the feel of your tight wet cunt,
My hands wrapped around your neck,
My nails tearing down your front,
Ravaging your body into a wreck.
And the feeling of your lust,
As I whip your delicious flesh,
And sink my teeth into your bust,
Wetting your pussy all afresh.
I miss being your Master,
Our sweat drenched bodies pressed together,
Fucking you hard, faster and faster,
Twisting your body, light as a feather.
I want to grab hold and take you,
Bind you firm, tie you up tight,
Fuck you all night until I break you,
Bend you to my will, it feels so right.
And when I make you cum,
I writhe with divine pleasure,
It makes me succumb,
To you, my sexual treasure.
I miss being your Master,
Our sweat drenched bodies pressed together,
Fucking you hard, faster and faster,
Twisting your body, light as a feather
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