Secret thoughts burn with in me
Of Things yet untold
With each new Encounter
I let them unfold.
My mind tends to wonder
All thoughts lean to you
Of the things we have done
And things left to do
The passion , The fury
of times yet to shared
Of all those before you
Theres none that compare.
Your wrist bond with Leather
You covered in Lace
Your eyes they are Blindfold
Sweet smile on your face.
The sound of a whip
As it cracks your behind
Pleasure or Pain
Is all state of mind
Candles and wax
The scratching of skin
My favorite Distraction
Thoughts of Pleasure and Sin
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