The magic of reflected love
I want you to cum,
But not for me.
Cum for yourself,
Set yourself free.
Pleasure yourself,
Like only you can.
Close your eyes,
Set it off with a bang.
Or perhaps not,
Maybe simmer slow,
I guess each is different,
You’ll never really know.
So please disregard,
For a moment forget me.
Pleasure yourself,
To be free, truly free.
If you’re easily offended you better not read.
For if there’s one things that’s offensive, that’ll be me.
We’re irreverently perverted, sacreligiously free.
We write what we want, write the truth that we see.
This blog is our story, all content based in truth.
My Beauty and I have very few rules.
If this troubles you the reader, if one finds us uncouthed.
I suggest you stop here, for this blog’s rather rude.
From darkness there’s light.
From blindness, sight.
From nothing there’s lust.
From below you’re above.
Through bondage we’re free.
Through pain you find me.
Through submission comes control.
Through each other we’re whole.
Will you whimper?
Beg for more,
Beg to stop,
Plead, implore.
Will you let me use the rope?
Keep you from escape,
Do my thing,
Leave you’re soul raped.
I think you will,
Give me my free hand,
You’ll leave me to fulfil,
Each and every demand.
I think you might,
Cos you need like me,
You’ll let me break you,
To set your soul free.