Missing

kitty the naughty poet

The absence of Sir's fingertips is shrinking kittys little black heart into ash

missing is the roughness of their special love

pulling the images from the white smoke

lacking his wrist flicks and the sweet leather as it kisses her naked skin

gone are the tender licks of his sexual tongue and grazing teeth

tracing the creases of her neckline

whispering orders through his swelling lips

awol are Sir's ropes binding his kitty for pleasures sake

knotting kittys delicious body into place

while his fingers knead her succulent flesh

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  • orchidee

    Doh! Poor Kitty! lol.

  • jarcher54

    No one else on this site has me saying "oh my!" out loud like you do...



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