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Stripped

Forced beyond my will
For your own pleasure
I stand before you
Helplessly made weak
That can¹t be measured

Watching your hands move
Slowly across the page
I start to wonder
What it would feel like
To have those fingers
Pierce my inner core

Your eyes hungrily
Begin to undress me
Piece by piece
I shiver unconsciously
As I feel the ache
Inside me grow stronger

Mouths molded together
I feel your tongue
Trail down my body
Desire floods my
Entire being
While your tongue
Penetrates my soul

Will I let you
Bury your way
Into my heart
Get burnt by
By the flames
Of our passion

Shall I break down barriers
Have our spirits finally joined
Never to depart

THE END