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Cowled Master
I tried sheltering from the truth - Darken reveals.
He arrived in elegance warped in shadows.
{No one compares in this dark hour}
My personal eroticist, sorcerer of words and fear.
Intriguing me with His secret act's, a soft vellum flare.
Beyond a massive door, deep in His chamber,
bindings grew tighter, and tensions taut.
Through tears, I confided my trust in Him.
Being His submissive, I am freed within.
{Now, the moment unfurls}
Sheltered in His fane,
comes a beam of illumination
exposing where I lie, naked under skeins,
trembling still from the night's twisting cries.
A single rose, left next to me, has began its wilt.
I take it in my palm and squeeze its stem.
With its thorns deep in me, I'm reminded of him.
My Master who controls intensities whelm
with a simple wave of His skillful hand.
There's no need in reminding,
that I belong to Him.[/font]
He arrived in elegance warped in shadows.
{No one compares in this dark hour}
My personal eroticist, sorcerer of words and fear.
Intriguing me with His secret act's, a soft vellum flare.
Beyond a massive door, deep in His chamber,
bindings grew tighter, and tensions taut.
Through tears, I confided my trust in Him.
Being His submissive, I am freed within.
{Now, the moment unfurls}
Sheltered in His fane,
comes a beam of illumination
exposing where I lie, naked under skeins,
trembling still from the night's twisting cries.
A single rose, left next to me, has began its wilt.
I take it in my palm and squeeze its stem.
With its thorns deep in me, I'm reminded of him.
My Master who controls intensities whelm
with a simple wave of His skillful hand.
There's no need in reminding,
that I belong to Him.[/font]
Published 17th Jun 2014
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17th Jun 2014 6:38pm
The images is stunning, It taunts me with parched lips that I lick from it's taste.
I am always pleasantly lost in your words, I have many emotions circling with this write. I am stained with your ink, I hope it always remains.
I am always pleasantly lost in your words, I have many emotions circling with this write. I am stained with your ink, I hope it always remains.
17th Jun 2014 10:18pm
this is composed w/innocence, shyness, as if it were your first time under bondage; your compulsion, your need, is very strongly stated. the art's as seductive as the sexuality...