
~ Bound Beauty ~ Do you find it beautiful with chains around my feet?
Or when my hands are tied with rope-do you find this sweet? When leather slaps my ivory skin with different shades of red A spreader bar between my legs So helpless in my bed A collar locked around my neck a blindfold for my eyes Music to a Masters ears of deep erotic cries Mixed with High emotion Trained with expertise Bound Beauty at His mercy Stating He is Pleased Before Him is His Pride and joy with tears upon her face Beauty thats been Ravished captured and embraced Her body aches from deep within she begs to give her more to reach orgasmic pleasure to touch to taste explore The depths of unleashed Passsion her moans give sweet release His hands touch every inch of her his need for her increased To give her what she yearns for To fill his deep desire
To look into such trusting eyes of One whom he admires. Written by: Donna Keeney Aug 6,2006
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