Priscilla's Lash
Her desire is fierce
She craves the leather
Hungering for the sting
While enjoying the soft caress
just before the silence is broken
By the bite of her deviant pleasure
The one that pinks and makes her smile
She is languid and pale
Staring back at her need
Which rests in another’s hands
Wanting it to burn just a little more
She cannot hide her moistening desire
That flows from between her thighs
She willingly gives submission for satisfaction
And so she whispers two simple words
Again
and
Please
9 February 2018
Thomas Aiden
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