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Oct 2014
Forced against the couch
as skirt ascends thighs
the clang of metal and the slap of leather from behind
his ragged breath, soft satin on my spine
cruelly complacent in his sigh
plunging into depths he knows swell
with pleasure, not to be satisfied
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