In my dreams
sometimes
I am at your feet
Bound prostrate
Silk stockings
Wrist and ankle
Artifice
Of feminine beauty
Captivates otherwise
In my mouth
Salt of your sweat
Indifferent
You are not
To my struggles
Torment sublime
Breath of life
restricted
between your toes
Wry smile
Your lips
You contemplate
The next
Erection
Turgid tribute
Your wicked intent
A crop
Your hand
Welts on my person
your estate
Tongue unfettered
Salve a day in leather
On your clitoris
In your behind
Key and lock
to you,
I belong
As you take me inside
My soul, I know
Can not refrain
Now clean me
You bid
I do as you say
Massage
A candle
Sweet chardonnay
Say it
You adjure
I confess what it is
In my dreams
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