A Gift

Biting your succulent lip
Quivering wet slitted tip
Privileged with your trust
Eyes burning with lust
Bowing down before me
Are you ready to be free
Don’t think just listen
Soft silky skin glistens
Honoured with the humbled view
Love is deep and so true
Submission is a sacred gift
taken and treasured
From you to me, me to you.

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