Hair a toss ‘round crimson cheeks
The gag, moist on trembling lips
A small bird’s rapid breath
snubs back her weeping
Red-raised welts brand gentle flesh
caressing nipple, thigh and crease
Pale blue eyes once cool, aloof
now burn with new found flame
Her molten gaze struggles up
and stokes the fire within me
then drops in desperation
with passion’s goal denied
Two muffled words I hear
bring joy to my heart,
“Please, more.”
Unknown "Mistress" Peppy
- 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago