Guest poems…

Pulses by @katiemagnet athousandhats.Wordpress.com

He fucked me hard against the wall, my nails did take the call, as they clawed the tile and grout making rough there is no doubt.
The pleasure still pulses through as I remember his screaming too.
All for one and one for, all a soul mates chance is pure call.

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A guest poem by @heavenly_haven

Heavenlyhaven1808.Wordpress.com

Naked
Blindfolded
Prostrated
Restrained
In a room without a door
No obvious way in
Or out
I’m waiting
For you
My lover
I’ve never seen you
Or touched you
I know not when you’ll return
Which adds
Excitement
Stimulation
Anticipation
To my brain
But I know this
You’ll come
To please me
To tease me
To release me
Because
I
Am
Your
Mistress

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