Silk today, as it falls on my skin
Soft as the petals of rose
Will he touch me today?
White and short, showing all
Never a glance even meets my eyes
Yesterday was lace, black and bold
Articulate in texture, tight to me
Bending and flexing, my body is his
Barley a look in my direction
Before it was leather, tight and hot
Shining and squeaking
Making me feel in control
Still no glance, the control is his
Barely dressed, bosom large
Derriere refined, I touch myself
I catch his eye, but lose it soon
Toy time, a shaft or two
He watches me push but turns away
Paddle me, I'm a boat
Whip me before I split
Any reaction? No, defeated
Cotton Pyjamas, face creamed
He looks and holds me close
Why? I think. So plain
He loves reality, not the chase
Relief I sigh until I'm asleep
Watching until he's mine again.
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Kayleigh Taylor
Kayleigh is an experienced writer with a Bachelors in Psychology. She loves true crime and crafting true crime articles, stories, and reviews on music, movies, and games.
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