MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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HE DOESN’T KNOW I LIKE TO MISBEHAVE, TO BE TREATED

THIS WAY WITH NO SAY…..

I LIKE TO POUT, MY MOUTH HE CAN’T TAKE HIS

EYES OFF..WANTING TO BITE…

I LIKE IT WHEN HIS EYES GO DARK,

SEEING HOW FAR I CAN PUSH BEFORE

HE SHUSHES….

HE MAKES ME CRAWL WHEN HE CALLS…

ALL NAKED, CAN FEEL THE WETNESS BETWEEN

MY THIGHS, MAKING ME HIGH…

I LEAVE A TRAIL FOR HIM, LATER HE CAN

GO BACK AND SMELL…

I FEEL FLUSHED AND RED, READY TO PLAY, TO BE HIS….

HE BLINDFOLDS ME, BEADS BREAK OUT, MY SKIN

COMES ALIVE, ON HANDS AND KNEES JUST TO PLEASE….

I FEEL HIM CLOSE, BREATH MAKING ME BE A GOOD

GIRL….

MY TONGUE SURFACES ON CRACKS, AND HE CATCHES,

TAKES IT INTO HIS OWN…..

HE ENGULFS ME, BENDING ME INTO ARCHES OF WORSHIP….

HIS TEETH ENGRAVES MY WHIMPERS, KNOWING HOW I

DELIGHT IN SUCH….

HANDS ROUGH, TURNS MY HEAD TO SPLIT MY VEINS,

TYING IN BOWS JUST TO POSE FOR HIM AND ONLY HIM.

I AM RESTLESS, NEEDY, ACHE, AS HE BREAKS ME IN HALF…

HIS MOUTH TRAVELS LOWER, BE BOLDER, AND ONCE AGAIN

I SUCCUMB, HIS SACRIFICE….

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*THERE WILL BE A PART 3*

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I DANGLE FROM HIS FINGERTIPS, PIN PRICKS….

NIGHT IN THE DISTANCE, MOON SMIRKS, AND I

CURTSEY, JUST  A LITTLE PEAK  AT WHAT’S UNDERNEATH….

IN A TRANCE, ENHANCED, AT A GLANCE, YOU CALL

AND I BECKON….

I KNOW YOU’RE THERE, ALWAYS IN SHADOWS

WHERE IT MATTERS….

I’LL KEEP YOUR SECRET, AS YOU HOLD

MY TIME IN YOUR HANDS, ONLY

TO COMMAND…..


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YOU IN MY WAY, ARE YOU READY TO

OBEY?

I SAY…WHAT’S THE PASSWORD?

       HE SAYS….I WANT TO FUCK YOU……


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Alone,  lonely, flirt, under the

the skirt….

That is how I live, bid, no saving

For a rainy day…

Quoting the Bible, tongue lining

the sheets, until we meet…

Rules pool, and so I remain

the fool…

Feel sorry for me, can’t you

see my feeble plea?

My dessert, you introvert….

Lost walls that will fall….

Night walks to find sunrises

again where love begins…

If I let my hair down, would

you come around, tress lightly

to lose control just once

in me?

 


 

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COME INSIDE WHERE YOU CAN HIDE YOUR EYES, SCARE

FOR A DARE…INTERESTED?

I WOULD RATHER SEE YOU STRONG, HUNG, THEN

WIMPY, PIMPY…

I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU GOT TO MAKE ME

HOT….

TAKE ME HARD, FILL ME WHOLE, MAKE

ME FEEL YOU FOR DAYS AS I SWAY….

EYES FUCK ME AS I WATCH FLAKES

BECOME STIFF, STICKY SWEET…

I BEND DOWN FOR A TASTE, HAIR YANKS,

READY FOR A SPANK….

OVER I TURN, BOTTOM BURNS, RED GLARES,

WHO CARES….

HEAD BACK, TAKING EVERY SMACK….

TONGUE LOLLIES OUT, TASTING SWEAT ON MY BROW,

WANTING TO HOWL….

BODY SHAKING WHITE FOOTPRINTS…

ON BENDED KNEE YOU PROPOSE, INSERT

YOUR HOSE, FLOODING ME, GORGING,

AS I SING NOTES TO DOTE….

BREATH HUSHES OUT, THEN I AM

ON MY BACK, THAT’S A FACT…

ARMS ABOVE, THERE IS NO LOVE

AS YOU LEAVE AND ENTER, NEVER LEAVING

A TRACE…

MOUTH ON ME, LIPS SUCK AND I BUCK, THEN

BITE AND I FIGHT….

YOU ALWAYS LIKE TO GO A LITTLE ROUGH, SPINNING

ME OUT OF CONTROL WAS YOUR GOAL….

*THERE WILL BE A PART 2 TO THIS…*



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