pure silken stockings bound around the wrist
blind by velvet mask upon eyes jaded
so intricate they chafe skin as I twist

scars of passion smart until they’re faded
a touch alone, synapses burst and win,
blush burns crimson red, a moan persuaded
a feather trailed on thighs feels like a pin

arching spine from cooling satin bedding
our bodies supine sweating on goosed skin
feasting after fast our carnal wedding.

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Put me out of my misery people!

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