Poems
Written by Wbluerose02@aol.com
Master Sir
I felt your love go through me, when the
candle dripped slowly onto my milky skin
I knew how deep your love was for me
as the flames become one
with my sweetness
You have molded me into a slave
I can't deny.
One drop has me bound as I become wild.
Two drops sent me into ecstasy as my
orgasm climb over the edge.
The thorns pricked my skin and dropped
blood
from my wetness and you suckled it away.
My hips rose and my clit met the wild thorn
with
pleasure.
My body rose and become one with drops of
fire.
I beg for more as you walk away and leave
my sweetness dripping
Master please don't leave your slave like
this
take her into the darkness of pain.
My slave I leave you
dripping for my hunger
The pain you will feel is nothing
like what I am going to give you.
The fire will dance across your body
and the candle will burn into your clit
leaving you to crave your Master Sir
You will beg me to be within you and the
pain shall forever walk with you
as you take each step