A Passing Interest - Redux



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The Muse
A poem by Michael Faudet


Body framed
With arms outstretched,
Wrists roped,
And roughly bound.

From a tiny mouth,
And pretty lips,
You utter
Not a sound.

I paint with words,
A canvas stretched,
Laid bare
Upon the ground.
 
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You have a lovely mane of hair! And where it leads to is very nice as well.
 
;) all in good fun :)

I fugured as much.

Collared, leashed and blindfolded, oh what fun to be had.

Heya, Todger. Hope things have been going well for ya.

Gawd you are so enticing and desirable JAF, I just want to kiss and lick you all over.
:kiss::rose:

Quite a task ahead of you considering there's so much of me.. 😜 Thanks, Shyguy.

Sweet torture ensued.

I wish...

You have a lovely mane of hair! And where it leads to is very nice as well.

It's a curse as well as a blessing. Nothing like being ambushed by your hair in the middle of a task. And thank you. :rose:

This is a great shot. I love it!

Thank you, Paul. Care to help with set up next time?

Pretty lips indeed! 🔥

Now you have images of getting creative with that canvas dancing through my head! Damn.

I tried my best.. *bows*



Apologies for the hollow replies tonight. :rose:
 
You showed me
The tortured beauty of patience
Oh how you must have chuckled
At the insolent little pout
A little child within the sculpted
Curves of a seductress
The frustration of delayed pleasure
Played out in my writhing moans
How your fingers
Mouth
Lips
Teeth
Wandered their beautiful tease
Until my quivering skin
Begged to feel you within me.

By L.B.Austin


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