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Mar 2013
hands in front
eyes cast down
legs spread wide
the time is now

bruising fingers
bite my thighs
laughing mouth
catch my cries

pain is good
pleasure rare
understood
yes sir I'm here

body used
broken soul
lost in you
loose all control

tied with
leather never lace
time stand still
in this place

bleeding I lie
and wait for more
hungry to please
hungry to score

******* please
******* more
******* leaves
me begging
more
more
more
Lynsey-Nova
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Lynsey-Nova  United States
(United States)   
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