Erotic Poetry
2003-06-11
I looked into his eyes, to try to read his mind. Wondered to myself, "will he stay this time?""Or will my master leave me again,Bound here to this bed in chains?"Hungry for his heated touch. Acting like his mindless slut. I reach to him, he slaps my face. I long for him, with love and hate. "Fuck me now!", I finally scream.
He laughs at me, "In your dreams. "Angry tears fall from my eyes. I glare at this man, I desire and despise. He slowly rubs my swollen clit. Till passion is oozing from my slit. "Master please, come take your whore. "Slapped again as he walks out the door. Now here in shackles alone I wait. Dying just to masterbate. He has broken his wild mare down.
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My master has won another round. .
