My mistresses name is darkness.
she calls me,
desire prominent in her voice.
She embraces me,
her silk gown enticing.
I can't wait any longer I grasp her tightly.
As she slips the gown from her silhouette.
I have already climbed into her darkest corners.
Indulging and devouring.
The ******* goes on for hours, days or weeks?
Time is a state of mind while she's with me.
As I ****** away frustration,
kiss my way to peace.
The seduction is to powerful,
I always end up back in her sheets.
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