Master

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Soft caresses glide
Along my skin bringing
To life its need for satisfaction
Body rising in anticipation
Of the next caress
Lips sighing in contentment
Reaching out hesitantly
Earnestly seeking your weight
Needing to caress and touch
Yearning for the Master
To fulfill their hearts burning desire.

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