SUBMISSION

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  • Erotica

    SUBMISSION

     I kneel, supplicant before you
    my will
    offered up in quiet acquiescence
    awaiting your approval
    or reproach
    the fine line between pleasure and pain
    becomes ever sweeter with your control
    with every touch, kiss, word
    smoldering embers are kindled
    tormenting desires awakened
    I quiver
    captured by heat and hunger
    bend me to your will
    show me what you most desire
    my purpose but to serve
    through your dominion I find myself
    You, the Master of many
    my only

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    dahlusion commented on SUBMISSION

    08-06-2009

    The hypnotic power of a steamy sexual encounter is perfectly expressed in this sexually elegant piece of masterful eroticism. I linger over this description with my clothes burning of off my body.
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    jademelissa74 commented on SUBMISSION

    08-06-2009

    The passion in which you write is vivid. You manage to emits radiant vibes to the reader. This is well crafted and presented. Great job!
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    JadedJezzabel commented on SUBMISSION

    08-04-2009

    i find you very brave to post such a sexually telling poem.....i have a similar one that i haven't the nerve to share......good write.
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    kittman101 commented on SUBMISSION

    08-03-2009

    this is an excellent poem. although it speaks to others in many ways. the way it is written...well i will say it is nicely written i will read more of yours so that i may better understand the feelings and emotions which reside in your works of art
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    cliftondurant commented on SUBMISSION

    08-02-2009

    a wonderful plea to the lord and he will answer your cry may God bless
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