Lust infused with passions pain
begging for collar on bended knee
while offering crop with shaky hands
infatuated eyes crave acceptance
Beautiful marks on succulent skin
wanted bruises turning black & purple
embracing the kink to rocket libidos spike
desire written in the surface of life
Sore with every movement made
regenerating images of last night games
spanking hands on wanting flesh
never-end the longing for pleasure & pains torment
Spiked heartbeats crave spontaneous games
vanilla kisses set fire to the moonlights stream
wolfs bite & tender tongues meet
colouring crimson beneath the sheets
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kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2022 01:09
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I thought this was about Kitty having a horse riding lesson! heehee.
'vanilla kisses'
on a write of physical, gratification
as expression of impassioned, lust
to escape within a trusted partners
embracing, warmth...
a steamy read, dear poet
such a vivid wording, thanks for sharing
(pain = pleasure
may need more qualifiers, I think
left as it is, currently
its, very abstracted - ambiguity
can be, knowingly - warped
to unleash untold levels
of inhumanity)
Sometimes pain can feel soooooooooo gooooooood😵💫😏😋🤣😍😝🤪😜🫠🫠🫠🥱🥱😴🛌😂😂😂lol Great write Katie. It’s steaming with passion🌹🌹🌹😍🥂🕊🌞
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