I Crave: for My Master, by BlackieTheCajun
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i crave His touch...like the softest velvet on my skin,
i crave His voice...using evocative words to arouse
me...control me,
i crave His strength...surrounding me...tightening the
vice-like grip around my heart,
Making me surrender...only to Him,
i crave His body...to feel Him take me...owning me like no
other,
i crave the pain...knowing He loves to hear me cry...beg for
forgiveness...
Then hold me tight as the pain subsides,
i crave His pleasure...feeling His release as He takes
me...marking me as HIS,
i crave all of this...all of HIM.
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Posted: 2018-09-19 08:42:31 UTC |
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