Feather

Beauty held her
      Light soft feather
Brushing his nipple so
It was as if a million
      Shudders flooded
His skin a crimson glow
Tethered hands gagged mouth
      No stifling his moan
The feather crept lower
Teasing ever lightly
      A will of its' own.

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