By Dark Angel
Date: 6 February 2001
Prisoner of my Kiss
Your willing body
pinned and trembling
beneath me
held helpless
with only my lips.
Your tender breasts
pointed and aching
and heaving
against my chest.
Your loins alive
and moving
mindless
needing
pleading.
And still
still
we do but kiss
for the moment.
This is only the beginning
there is more
of this delightful suffering
for you to experience.
So much more
that you will beg
and receive
everything
you ask for.
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