Ache 2

There is something you can do to release me.

It involves you me that bed and a pair of handcuffs.

I  see you are game and shall i say you are raising to the ocassion.

Shooth me by starting gently and kiss me.

In the games of love and war this is just for you.

I submit, do as you want, this is for you.

There is that look og hunger as if i am a meal you have yet barely sampled , and yet we have " fumbled " so much.

You love my taste. Sweet you say , a  taste of ambrosia.

A taste of me on my libs as i kiss that mouth it as given me so much pleasure, time to come.

You know me well enough to know there is no ache you can`t fulfil.

Tomorrow it is your turn.

The End

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