I am tied, I am bound, cannot move. I close my eyes and start to fly.

My body aches, my body’s bent, I feel your hand around my neck.

There is no time, there is no grace. My body floats locked into place.

There’s no room, for thoughts of doubt. I cannot think I cannot shout.

Behind my eyes is just your face. Your hand, Your hand holds my soul

Between my legs is molten honey. I feel it not, there’s just your hand.

You gently squeeze, the air away I know you count the moments by.

And then sweet air fills my lungs a quick breath in then two then four

You then untie my legs hard bound and split my thighs and pierce my core

My feelings gone to burning heat my skin on fire He torments me.

Battered body, battered mind. All thoughts pausing, upward climb.

Body swinging bodies crashing juices flowing flame inferno.

Can I can I? No not yet. Holding hard, I need to cum.

Then the word I need to hear. Exploding fireworks in my soul.

Me reduced to shooting stars, the peace the calm and only Him

His burning lips upon my mouth claims me as his for evermore




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