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The Day After - My Shadow Man Pt 2.

Poetry By: MahVash

The morning afterglow from a night spent with her dark knight.

Submitted:Dec 23, 2012    Reads: 600    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

The day after

Folded in a small ball, I lie

Ankles crossed, breast to thigh

Muscles ache, my back is sore

I sigh and think, Sir, I still want more

I wince and say, how can this be

Last night's moans still a lovely melody

"Because" he says "You are mine"

At his words, my blue eyes shine

A gentle Kiss, a firm caress

His hand engulfs my tingling breasts

Yes Sir, Please Sir, I cry inside

Into my body his sword does slide

Hand at my throat, fist in my hair

Harder, faster becoming my nighttime prayer

His tongue on my heated skin, sets it a fire

His pleasure is my hearts only desire

I want to hear you scream

Sir's voice seems so far, is this a dream?

I hear in my head, shh..shh little one

No see wasn't that so much fun?

His words cut thru me like butter

The welts that throb setting my soul to flutter

My heart begins to soar

When, God When, will I get more?

Hush now, my little pet

No need to make yourself so wet

If you want, Sir whispers, I can set you free

Just close your eyes and think of me

So the night has passed and I am faced with the dawn

All signs of my dark knight gone

In my window comes the morning Sun

I think in this game it is my heart he has won

And so here you find me, here I lie

Ankles crossed, breast to thigh

My skin burns my thighs are sore

And still all I say is, Sir, please, I want more


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