Bdsm love poems
Too many times, I've been ripped to shreds, been tossed around and thrown to the wolves. Or if you prefer, e-mail Raven ravenshad knology. Bruises ruin ruined skin, I make you mine. Wet lips; stolen breathe. Nay; but perchance it was the taste of love Even quick to pull out the scriptures.
Poetry by the Masters
Show you have a submissive mind And desire to please and submit And my dominance will grow With each passing day. The links below will lead you to some very beautiful poems on the lifestyle. The Song; A Master's Lament: It streams like Damned water from a rock. Let me, let me feel your arms: I can do this.
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The Crimson Pen | Writings from the world of BDSM
Never taking his eyes off mine He lays his head between my legs Caressing the lace at the top of my stocking I feel his breath making me wet. A Letter From A Paddle: She waits with a ruined heart every night by the river just for a glimpse. She stood before me not wanting to look at me.
Poems for a Master
Description: He moves to the other corner and takes the other one My naked breasts heave from my rapid breathing. They say that love hath a bitter taste By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. Her head on my shoulder.
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Date: 08.04.2015
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