panting is the only sound
the contrast of pale white skin
and leather straps that bound
biting her bottom lip
her legs are shaking
a wild pony
who's spirt i was breaking
the heel of my boot
taps the wooden floor
softly she moans
begging for more
patiently i caress her
then step away
alone in her bedroom
these are the games we play















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Let's exchange hugs and smiles, then we can pretend that nothing happend...
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The girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom.
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