36: My Hands

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"Her neck, fits perfectly in my hand,
Her chest, perfectly sized, my hands are the missing piece.

She lifts her head upwards, for me to do whatever I desire, with my mouth;
Her chin, a weak spot to say lightly,
Her face oh the lovely shade of red does it turn,
She begs me for more.

She crumbles beneath my power,
She submits, oh so perfectly.

Sins,
Sinful desires."

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