You are mine now.
Mine to cherish, and to embrace. To envelope.
To kiss. And to touch.
Mine to love.
Mine to lick. And to fuck.
To penetrate. To fill.
Mine to take. Now. Again. Once more.
Always once more.
You are mine to behold. Mine to ponder.
Mine to taste, and to consume.
Mine to ache for. To long for. To lust after.
You are mine now to love.
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emerging from the clouds
the energy boy peers
below the clear layers of existence,
tiny hearts beating
he understands
why others break the rule
to observe
to document
don't do it, they say
never shifting
yet here he stands,
frenetic scribbling
desperately deciphering
their erratic thoughts and unnerving actions
he cries, remembering how it felt
to be human
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daddy’s little slut
whispers that make my legs shake
until we come together
when i touch myself
warm lips uncontrollable
even angels cry
forever ready
pounding away till night’s end
your faithful strap on
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I haven’t yet told you
that I want
to etch you
into my memory
the canvas
my mind
the tools
my erotic charge
painting
every inch
of your sleeping body
Feet first
each toe traced
meticulously
“Lilith, the Science of lover painting.”
Blush is your skin
a bowl of milk
with a single
drop of blood
engrave the touch
my hands
firm muscles
buckling legs
a curious look
your lower back
Your sigh
fingers
rounded cheeks
pause
just a moment
leave a mark
teeth
Supple
stomach
kisses
like butterflies
forever
in my soul
Your breasts
complete
my dainty hands
warm
voluptuous
perfect storm
sensual witchery
Hard
the grip
my throat
you tell me
daddy
teaches
lessons
I haven’t yet told you
the star pupil
of the paintings
in my mind
someday
on display
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Letters For My Lovers 