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Click hereI waste precious time
Wait
Wait
W_a_ i_ t_i_ n_ g
I feel like a robe
Hanging in your musty
Closet
Just hanging there wait’n to
Be worn when you feel in the mood to
Be wrapped in softness
Always warm when the need arises
But never used to fullest potential
Keeping it to yourself
As adornment
A kingly thought
Dappled in arrogance
As so much glitter
I'm whored
Using me like some rag to wipe your spittle and
Cum stains away from your kink
Put that hanky away! Damn it
And just spill down your sorry azz
Self
Stuff me back into the musty dark
Yea, I'll be there --wait'n
But I'll wana to play rough next time
And tie my sash around your neck
And
Pull
Used for his pleasure whenever..then back in the musty closet. But she is at the point of rebellion, I note. So maybe she needs some: Extracurricular activities.
Now this one's good. She feels like that robe hung in the closet and ignored for the most part, though used from time to time. Can you say relationship disaster?