The Storm

When I feel the thunder crashing I imagine it's the thrashing Of my sweet sadistic lover Snatching me out of the covers When I hear the storm winds howling I imagine it's the growling Of my lover in the night His eyes filled with evil light When I feel the rain drops falling It makes my mind start recalling Tears my lover brought to me From pleasure and pain mixed expertly When my lover leaves me bleeding Fully sated but still needing Another kinky romp with him But next time I'm S and he's M

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Tina-Marie

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