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Beautiful sensual poetry from Isoellen
Coals burning acid in the pit of her being.
An unscratched itch at the base of her spine.
Craving smell, taste, texture & pleasure in her mouth.
With her lips. Tongue. Kiss. Devouring.
Taking him into her.
Owning his Dominance.
Making it her food.
So she vowed to never tell him no.
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