Poetic Traces
Wednesday, 3 September 2025
The sight of my juices
Glued on your lips
Tricking down your cheeks
You being submissive
Yeilding to my darkest layers
Powerless to my rage
Chained in my kinky maze
The woman I have always craved
Is an undisputable achievement in itself.
©LR
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