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Trussed Trussed I like you trussed. Helpless. Exposed. Your mind racing at what might be next, the nature of pleasure, the nature of pain; how, and how long I will take you. I like to watch the rise and fall of your chest, how your breathing increases as I approach, your eyes darting to my hands. What are they holding? What signals do they give you? What are my intentions? Your eyes dart as your mind roils and I revel in your gasp at my first touch. I like you trussed, Hanging limp and spent afterwards, your voice low and raw, a single line or mascara down your cheek, your head bowed, I like the soft whimper as my hands run up your side, up your back the last time and I cut you loose, the way you fall into my arms, Your body spent. Your mind at rest. Your soul at peace. theotherpoems~ "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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