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Her hair is like the roots
Which is suiting?
Since her name is Willo
And for most of the night
She kept me firmly in one place
Held me firm
In that little red basement on the east side
The fire burned outside
But the heat came from her
Kaleidoscope eyes
Shifting and changing color
Silver eyes and red lips
This earth child
Half elf
Half fawn
She sang a song and pushed some keys
With sensuality of a burlesque dancer
And like the forest creature she was
She disappeared consumed by the shadows of trees
And suburban homes
The messenger of some fairy queen
Sent to lend me courage
Which is suiting?
Since her name is Willo
And for most of the night
She kept me firmly in one place
Held me firm
In that little red basement on the east side
The fire burned outside
But the heat came from her
Kaleidoscope eyes
Shifting and changing color
Silver eyes and red lips
This earth child
Half elf
Half fawn
She sang a song and pushed some keys
With sensuality of a burlesque dancer
And like the forest creature she was
She disappeared consumed by the shadows of trees
And suburban homes
The messenger of some fairy queen
Sent to lend me courage
Literature
One
As she kneels
patiently
Awaiting His next
direction
she feels His
power
Over her mind
her body
her heart.
The gift she
offered
Was respectfully
accepted.
All that she is now is
His.
her limits and
boundaries
His to push and
mold.
No misgivings
No second thoughts
her mind at
peace
Tuned in to no one but
Him.
His command finally
spoken.
Surprised
she raises her head to look at
Him
as requested
she sees His
smile.
He is pleased
and His pleasure is
evident.
Her tasks complete
He motions her to His
side
and strokes Her hair
gently.
No T/two.
Only One.
Literature
bdsm
i want your nails digging into my thighs
painting murals with my blood
and i want your teeth at my jugular
biting into my rapid pulse
and i want your ropes binding my wrists
bruising the undamaged skin
and i want your blindfold obscuring my sight
denying me the privilege of you
and i want your gag suffocating me
stifling anything i want to say
and i want your sadistic love
knowing it's all i deserve
Literature
BDSM
Pressed roses and carnations inside brown leather books
Write to me in black wet ink so your words may last
In restless ignorance I soon found myself, exhausted and shook
Bruises don't linger to my skin but old bones will always crack
It's a fresh kind of thrill to do just what you simply shouldn't
Who knows what suspends the ceiling with all that it lacks
No pillars, nor walls, and to imagine it, well, you couldn't
But this is it, hail on skin, and frost in lungs, then into the floor you smack
And the gale of the moment leads you in to a calming decent
So let's try and not let this wither away and lets never holdback
I'll listen to
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Her hair is like the roots
Which is suiting?
Since her name is Willo
And for most of the night
She kept me firmly in one place
Which is suiting?
Since her name is Willo
And for most of the night
She kept me firmly in one place
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