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I Call Her.....

I Call Her….

Slave
My iron clad beauty.
Kneeling with the poise and grace
Of a gazelle sauntering through the grasslands

I Call Her….

Whore
Wet…Wanton….Waiting
A never ending volcanic eruption
Hot molten lava oozing down creamy thighs

I Call Her….

Pain Slut
Bruised....Broken....Battered
She writhes, her body burns white hot
While my whip licks electric blue sparks from her flesh

Spent....
Depleted of all she is, Shrouded in my darkness,
I tenderly lift her up, bathing her in all that I am, all that she has made me

I Call Her ......Mine!
Written by SinfulSir
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