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Quivver -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/3/2007 5:43:53 PM)
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Here's an old one written a few years back.
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The vision of you etched forever,
so clear, it visits my dreams,
it haunts my waking hours.
I see myself tangled in a Bull Rope,
the Bell a tattle tale of my
desires quivering.
Those piercing golden brown eyes,
intent with the stare of your demands.
My nipples stretched and pointed
wet with your spit.
A fist full of this Mares mane
twined through those strong fingers.
My eyes wild and wide, every
taught and teased nerve ready to explode
Hinged on your next whim.
You whisper "suck" as you slap my
wet lips with that horse you carry.
I can taste you still today.
My eyes glazed over in remembrance.
As I stroke myself, feeling the
imaginary bonds aching for something
I lost. Breath stops, my entire
being held in suspension begging to cum.
Silence and a crisp vision of what
I wanted to give long ago curls my toes
As I convulse below that gaze I ache for.
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