Elizabeth Walker

Rookie (11/01/1985 / Winston Salem, North Carolina)

Addicted - Poem by Elizabeth Walker

Addicted to your breath hot on my neck
Addicted to how you make me feel like a wreck
Addicted to the way you make me crave more
Addicted to you slamming me up against a door
Addicted to your hand on the small of my back
Addicted to waiting for your next attack
Addicted to spankings that make my skin burn
Addicted to your reprimands, always kind but firm
Addicted to feeling like I haven't cum in weeks
Addicted to how you love talking about playing with my twin peaks
Addicted to every single thing you say or do
Too bad this fantasy will never come true.

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  • Gold Star - 8,573 Points Khairul Ahsan (12/22/2013 12:22:00 PM)

    'Addicted to every single thing you say or do
    Too bad this fantasy will never come true.'
    The poem has an eye catching title, and a frustrating last line. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012



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