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The Plaything

a Toy poem

By Kia T Cooper-ErbstPublished 9 months ago 1 min read
The Plaything
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Do you know what its like to feel the rainbow

see the many colours but then to realize that its nothing but a

dream? I felt the heat of love as I slept

not the kind of love that comes with

innocence

but the kind that comes with pain and pleasure.

Their touch, his and hers, played on my skin

each stroke of their fingers

igniting pleasure.

Each stroke of the tip of a finger making me squirm and moan

as sweat beads up and my helpless cries of pleasure

causing them to giggle and smile knowing i am

theirs to play with. Always....... fin

FilthyFirst DraftStream of Consciousness

About the Creator

Kia T Cooper-Erbst

Writer, poet, author. submissive. Mom of three wonderful human beings. These are the first things that come to mind when I think of myself besides being the obvious.... which is daughter, wife,etc.

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