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The HourA Poem by Nipplegrinder*EROTICA* |
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Put On Your Clothes, Sweet OneA Poem by NipplegrinderWhen you started wearing songs They sounded great on you When you started wearing sunlight You were resplendent When you started wearing darkness .. |
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Coursing Through HerA Poem by NipplegrinderCoursing through her Her blood Her femininity Coursing through her Sweat, tears, stings. Coursing through her Strength Resolve Service Coursi.. |
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Control meA Poem by Alexs SensationsBeing sub is great. Don't read or review if you don't like it. |
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I Quake In Your HandsA Poem by Nipplegrinder**EROTICA** |
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UsedA Poem by Nipplegrinder**EROTICA** |
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The Covalent BondA Poem by NipplegrinderThe covalent bond Her atoms bind his electrons to her. His, attracted helplessly. As moth to flame Fish to water Death to life. Her food. His .. |
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Brought From DarknessA Poem by NipplegrinderHe shattered her with his stillness Captivated her using his eyes Left her naked in dawn's sun Then clothed her with sin Enraptured Enthralled Ca.. |
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And Quenched Be TheyA Poem by NipplegrinderIn shimmering darkness and Silver silky moonbeams In the heralding of sin' s delight His beckoning Called her soul. She ran to Him Pleading for .. |
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Equipped With SinA Poem by NipplegrinderEquipped with sin she danced along the edge of his dream Her nuances Essence Claimed his senses Shattered his resistance Her twirls and stare A.. |
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We're Going To DinnerA Poem by Nipplegrinder**EROTICA** The DD/bg dynamic in a D/s relationship. |
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On All That Is MineA Poem by NipplegrinderThis savage rutting This primal taking of all held holy Her gasps as I enter each one I will not relent She wants to see my dastardly eyes Yet c.. |
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Possession Is FleetingA Poem by NipplegrinderShattered stillness Waves wash beach Tide tells time The lotion on her skin Rubbed on and within Wafts into willing nostrils As the sun rises T.. |
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Given A Gift I May KeepA Poem by Nipplegrinder*Contains Mature Subject Matter* |
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Allowance Of SinA Poem by NipplegrinderRhythm, cadence, clutching claws, primal screams Carried on winds of nascent nihilism Scents, sounds, textures, and tactile surrender Rapture unden.. |
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The Bed Is Still MadeA Poem by Nipplegrinder**EROTICA** |
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And The Laughter AllowedA Poem by NipplegrinderDaddy Dom/babygirl dynamic. D/s |
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