A Thought for Every Word

His Lover (NC17)

May 2012

He breaths me in

with his whiskey words

taking my saliva with him

 

He turns his head

and I see the purple scar

where a rope kissed him

 

His deeds my deeds

we share the heated stares

wrapped in me and him

 

His cock tips and bows

before me like a subject

I am King to him

 

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Reflections

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