Sighs and screams
Pleasure and pain
Everything in between
The give of my flesh with every blow
The flex of my soul, bending to His will
The thrill down my spine as He whispers “whore”
The pride in knowing that i am, but only for Him
The silence of my demons, quieted by His touch
On my flesh, my mind and my soul
His dominance, my submission
As easy as breathing
Impossible to deny
As natural as the beating of my heart
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Sweet Scarlet
Mom of boys. Fueled by coffee, cuddles and sunshine. Bringer of love, light and sweetness. Here to share my erotic poetry, and short stories in a variety of genres.
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This frightening experience occurred when I was about eight years old. I used to sleep on the couch downstairs, next to my dad's bed, because I was afraid of the dark. My mom typically wouldn't get home until around 11pm, so I always slept near my dad for comfort.
By spooky session2 days ago in Poets
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