by dokurtybitz

She binds me
Hand, rope and look,
Stroked and denied
Brought to the brink
Time and again,
Her finger slide
Slick with spit
And leaking cowper’s

Filled with love
Past the tipping point,
Body spasms and drumming
Staccato music
In time with my


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