Strings of Pleasure

I fell victim

To the Puppeteers demands

With the flick of his wrist

He watched me dance

 

I moaned out for more

Of his devilish games

Nearly fainting in lust

Almost shouting his name

 

A week of abstinence

Has made him vicious

Rougher

Harder

Faster

Delicious

 

His fight to hold on

An amazing treasure

His loss of control

Was simply my pleasure

 

-VSN

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