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 Jul 2017 Hannah
NARMONSEA
Slave.
 Jul 2017 Hannah
NARMONSEA
I love it when you use me.

Lighting the fire in my soul,
A slave at your bidding.

My clothes; a veil to hide
Your canvas:

The marks, the bruises,
The bite on my lip,
The saliva on my neck,
The rope burns on my wrists.

Signs of love that I wear proudly.

And while I retreat back
To the working life, with suit & tie,
As a professional working man,
Your voice chains me in place.

"I'm not done with you."*

With each layer falling to the floor,
In their rightful place,
Again,

I gladly offer every inch of my body to your personal satisfaction.
There's something intriguing about one 'owning' the other.
 Jul 2017 Hannah
Styles
Ambrosia.
 Jul 2017 Hannah
Styles
I, dip my fingers in your honey sweet sap.
Steering your emotions with sensations of passion.
Loathing the moments in between, with the patience of a feind;
for the instant our flesh meet;
then going far in between --
filling your blossom with seed,
releasing you of your need.
Embraced by your fragrance,
entranced by the scent,
of your bitter sweet, sweetness,
both heaven sent --
dripping from my tip,
the essence of your tenderness.
entrenched by your loveliness.
 Jul 2017 Hannah
Ramin Ara
A cup
Of tea
Can be
A deep meditation
 Jul 2017 Hannah
Victoria Laws
a love no stronger
than the bottle's proof
yet strong enough
for the mind of a youth...
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