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10-22-2013, 09:25 AM
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Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013
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05/04/2006
Repeat upon my skin the touch of leather
Stinging Biting Caressing like only a lover could Touch the cool blade to my skin Cool as Ice Sharp as a razor Cutting away the inhibitions of a lifetime Leave me with shallow breath And quaking heart Leave me wanting your tyranny Bind my wrists My ankles My heart In a firm embrace Pinch my skin Pierce my soul Make me more than just your slave, your bottom, your submissive Make me YOURS Leave marks upon my skin in vibrant hues of red and purple Showing the world the honour you pay to my gift of submission Take me to the edge Take me to the brink And push me to break form Push me to defy you Test my devotions And my servitude And make me all the more stronger All the more complete for this trade This exchange of power
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel |
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