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Prisoner Of The Moment A Poem
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Prisoner Of The Moment A Poem I would open the door. I would greet them with a hug Sometimes a kiss If they were on good terms It is not always the case That is something They have to earn. With their performances. I would make small talk And lead them To the bedroom. I did not take any prisoners When I was in the mood. Maybe they were but They chose to...be. My prisoners of the moment. Oh goodness! I can nearly taste it! The upcoming sensual feast! Anticipating lips and tongue And hands And dicks. Yes, it was imminent! This urge that nearly burns Me from the inside out Oh how it gets doused When the outside Is touched! A prisoner of desire A slave to passion I give in to these Primal needs! Can you blame me? As you judge My sexual tendencies. I am a female human being I might as well be Considered a prisoner Of the moment. Manifesting my biology. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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A good time is had by all...usually.  Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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5/1/2019 22h32 |
I use to be a prisoner Of my Crazy ass hormones Now They are all gone Every thing And I lost That Primal Feeling I’m not Passionate Which makes me Feel I am not human anymore
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They chose to be... your prisoners? Oooo... I could be.. Of course.. you have the keys to my room. I'm trapped there... Feel free... 😶 I won't move... ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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I'd be a willing prisoner of love. It's kinky but nothing too wild. Maybe wear a single silk glove? Tease me, just like a little child. 
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