I want to look into your eyes and kiss you hard
Run my tongue across your lips I want to feel how turned on you get I want to know I’m the reason Let me run my hands over your body Touch you in all your secret places Allow me to stop at my favorite parts To plant kisses to claim them as mine Tell me what you want me to do Command me to bend to your every whim Make me beg, make me speechless Use me to your full advantage Show me what I do to you The hardness in your pants The blushing that covers your face Even the beads of sweat that form of nervousness Take me where and when you please Your wish is always my command I am your play thing, your sexy toy Use me, love me, punishme, reward me I’ll be anything you want Anything you need Just let me look into your eyes Kiss you hard, and let’s begin
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In her heart she longed
For a place she’d never been, never seen With never ending fields of green Pastures lush and serene Where she could roam for miles and miles Perhaps it was the land of her ancestors Maybe one of their many castles Dundonald, Pembroke, or Windsor Maybe somewhere along the coast Dublin, Edinburgh, or Ayr Could it be the land of Odin Where the Vikings once roamed In the greenest valleys rivers running bold Perhaps a tiny fishing community Where the sky is aflame with greens and blues Maybe it was nowhere, only existed in her mind Although she came from kings and queens Vikings and Shieldmaidens She always felt within her soul The need to be a nomad Will she ever find her pastures Where her soul will feel at home Have you ever met
The most dangerous type of woman She’s kind, caring, and bold A genuine smile, a graceful poise She appears to be commonplace What could be so dangerous about her Her danger comes not from deception Not from evil intentions, or malicious thoughts She’s not cut from that type of cloth She’s all she appears to be But also so much more She’s a good girl, independent, well read An angel with human characteristics Her danger comes from her boldness She needs no one to hold her To care for her, to pay her way She knows her dues are her own obligation What makes her so dangerous She's not easily impressed Money, looks, possessions Sweet words, promises, and lies Are not the things she seeks from men She wants something she cannot give herself She sees right through false designs And she has no qualms about walking away A woman like that men do not know how to handle She’s fire, air, earth and water The very definition of an sovereign woman She’s dangerous because no one can handle her If she was a fruit
She would be a sun ripened peach Born upon the highest branches Untouched by human hands Juicy and sweet yearning to be tasted If she was a book She would be a leatherbound classic Born of great literary minds Kept under lock and key until The right procurer is at hand If she was scent She’d be lavender and vanilla Born from the pureness of nature Kept in satchels near a woman’s breast Leading the right man to her heart If she was an animal She would be a polar bear Born of fierce protection A gentle soul kept under armor Waiting to be released If she was a season She would be mid autumn Born of the cool and crisp mornings Colorful leaves ever changing Waiting for a renewed birth If she was your lover She would be the best Born of passion and desire A paragon of grace and refinement Waiting for you to take her The stories he won’t tell
Are written along the lines of his palm His hands are gentle, soft, yet strong But they hold secrets I’ll never know It is with one touch of his hand My skin tingles and my body aches Even looking upon them I fall for him But the things they’ve done they cannot tell I know the shape of his hands The character of his fingers Every mole, hair, and wrinkle But I’ll never stop them from discipline His hands are the thing I admire the most The way they can change according to his mood The same hands that chastise Are the same hands that caress To hold them, to kiss them, I am honored They make the sinner in me to repent As my desire for him intensifies I’ll be a good girl, the very best sir This is but a lie I tell him and myself If I were a good girl I might never see The power behind his god given palm That corrects me and tells me I’m wrong His hands are what I crave the most Hard and instructive when I need correcting Soft and calm when I need encouragement No one else could ever understand The power, the pleasure, behind his hands |
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