A kiss that
Consumes me.
Your lips are
Like juice to me.
Through my neck
You tread desire.
My insides
Already catching fire.
Your hands are bold,
While taking my breath.
I'm in your control,
This could be my death.
Caught red handed
On my cheek.
Wripping my clothes off,
And calling me a freak.
Bite marks
All over my thighs.
Making me suffer
With the look in your eyes.
Your tongue is magic,
Making me cry.
I swear I could beg for this
Until the day I die.
A perfect balance,
Of owner and toy.
One likes to suffer.
You love to enjoy.
Cutting deep, in the night.
It's the last thing I see.
My blood in your thrust
Will be the death of me.
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