He's like a magician - the way he plays with my body
Making it arch and writhe and twist
Giving pain that mixes with pleasure
electrifies my skin
and makes me drip with want and need
He smiles and my heart melts
His lips brush against mine and my breath catches in my throat
His eyes dance and sparkle
and his grin - such a devilish grin
as the leather raises welts on red skin
His voice soft and tempting and commanding
kneel, ass up, roll over, hold still
And then
in a puff of smoke
He's gone
and I wonder
Where does he go when he is gone?
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