Your sweetness,
The silvery dance of your thoughts,
The bubbling music of your laughter,
Attributes to be admired,
But, baby girl, they inspire
An assertion of my own power,
And it lends speed and strength to my hands
Talking in low, soft whispers,
Growling as I give voice
To the beast within me,
Enough danger to test,
Without negotiation,
I take what is mine,
Not what is offered
Breathing in the musk
Of your arousal
How little you hide from me,
Offering your transgressions,
Traded for the sweet sting of
My attentions
I arrange and control you,
Each blow,
Each caress
Takes you deeper into your
Surrender,
And even your breath
Is mine to command
As the sweet fire of your release
Swims through your body,
Know, baby girl, know
It is
Mine to give.
Oh yes! I love this. Yum.
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