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Jul 2017
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.
© 2017 Claire Meakin
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Written by
clairevanya  22/F/Birmingham
(22/F/Birmingham)   
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