it's what's rightA Poem by Alanjust gettin sillayo! impale me, mortal man but not without tax you must offer your hands to be bound overhead while you’re at full mast and i will make use of you how i wish we’ll see how long you can last with each calculated kiss pressed to you, unsurpassed i want to own you, as one does when one does take things like this i’ll sink my teeth in just because to take you so is utter bliss © 2020 Alan |
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2 Reviews Added on April 26, 2020 Last Updated on April 26, 2020 Tags: sex poem, sex, dominatrix AuthorAlanAbout20 years old, English major & music minor (cellist) @ NAU, they/them pronouns (she/her won't offend me, though). I want to get more practice reviewing others work and receiving criticism! instagram .. more..Writing
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