Richard Stilwell Poems

Bring out your whip and beat on me,
Make me wet from the pleasure it brings,
Rub your whip in that wetness,
And let me taste it,
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Tumbling,
Flying,
Floating,
Drifting to settle,
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Walking,
Talking,
Longing,
Missing,
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The sun has set,
And the half moon is waning,
Against the darkened sky__
Only eight days until freedom,
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Red lips kissing,
Pink lips being kissed,
Nipples Hard,
Up and down,
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Who are we,
I have to know,
Who are we,
What makes us tick,
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Tattered Love,
Blown by winds of chill,
Desperate to hold,
Last place of cohesion,
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Staring,
Flirting,
Running,
Locked,
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Finger deep inside of mind,
Toying with emotion,
Coaxing a response,
By pushing buttons,
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