I do not care for your opinion
Your crude delude
Denial hence
Withering martyr
My play thing
Be still a while
Cuffs around your wrists
Pinned and helpless
Eyes a pool of feeling
Lusty arousal
No contradiction now
Listen to me
I will not hear debate
Or your tongue will be held with mine
Your body held with my thighs
Shirt ripped open
Eyes wide
Succcomb or be succombed to
Dear one
I must have you
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