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The Handcuff and the Collar:
As he walks in, you feel it, and you raise your eyes to his. He makes his way across the room and next to you he sits.
You feel him running through your viens and try hard not to falter. He dips his fingers to your neck and raises up his collar.
Your blood runs hot, it's hard to breathe, your eyes they are averted, but he raises up your chin and forces you , you're hurting.
He forces you to look at him and face your dark desires and well below , unbidden you feel the pain of fire.
With mirth that burns you deep inside and with a grin says, you can't hide.
The key that hangs from his handcuff, is not to be denied. You are his, no turning back he guides you with his eyes.
And then he takes you as his own, his heat burns deep inside you, and in that moment you are his and here there's no denying.
so here it is in black and white, not paid for with a dollar, you are his and he is yours, the handuff and the collar.
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