I Trust
Chained to the brink of passing out
until the tip of you awakens me;
To be controlled then emancipated,
at just the right time;
The hands at my throat always
know what tissues to press;
A quick inhale then you take me
again before my breath can catch;
I trust you will always indulge my
carnal cravings….
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