i felt Your beast stir He called to the ***** the **** who lies within and she answered Him with whispered seductions coaxing Him from His lair filled with longing for Him to emerge and sport with her spreading herself wantonly craving to be taken, devoured eaten up and filled made a plaything, consumed
the ***** inside me needs to see the beast in You set free her freedom to exist is in His gift alone her purpose to rise to meet His lust to take His stripes as her own and bear them with pride the beast in You will find release inside the ***** who lives in me
Cynthia Pauline Jones 17/01/14
Written for someone who turned out to be wholly undeserving. But at least the illusion inspired something more lasting.