Behind the Red Door
She held a secret slight fetish and, she loved to be spanked..
It made her feel alive inside; she would cry as wet the sheets
Of silk whereupon her beauty did lay; fragrant, palms fulfilling
Gushing streams in swelling dreams a need she'd plead, please.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
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