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My Heart
She stands befor me, I smell her moistness from here, I want her. But do I dare tell of the suffering pleasure I wish to inflect upon her ivory flesh? She is a porcelin doll, free of all marks, but not for long. Should I have her? Upon her round pale ass, the marks of submission to my hand. On my fingers, the smell of her wanting me. On my thighs, the wetness that drops from her eyes as she pleds for me to stay.
Should I keep her? Around her neck, a delicate collar, hand made with obsidean and ivory beads. Upon her hip, my name to remind her, as well as others that betrayal is a severe penance to be paid. around her ankles, permanent ket leather straps for the sessions I look forward to. Upon my heart, the mark of a Mistress who has fallen in love with her .
I will keep her, and sware by the Goddess to give her the moon and stars, I will keep her, and allow her the great mystery of my loins, and what she does to make then quiver. I will keep her, and give her that one thing I have left... My soul. And with her by my side, I will once again be whole.
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