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ResidentSadist -> -=Your Scent on my Sheets=- (3/6/2017 9:44:13 PM)
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I was waxing poetic in a note to my future slave. We weren't living together yet. Of note, I did sort out what I should. She was collared the following month.
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Your Scent on my Sheets
I wake in my bed to your scent on my sheets
A new day is born and I face it without you in my realm
Outside the window I see the flowers beg for the sun
And my neighbors have no idea what it is we have done
Breakfast is begging to be made in the kitchen
And I stop at the laundry hamper on the way
I reach in and pull out the towels we had used
The dirty laundry still has the scent of our sex on it too
Naked, walking through my domestic world
The sounds of life begin to rise in the din
I wonder what has become of you
I wonder what ever it is we should do
You have your life, career and your priorities
I have specific goals that involve building family
I want to create a dynasty not something temporary
And still… we come together in such sweet harmony
-Kalon Eric - Aug 2012
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