I study her breathing, her every movement, she is a part of me, an extension of my own flesh, of my very soul. My bright eyes now even more alive...soaking her in...my love, my prize, my muse....my girl.
The urge to cover her shivering body I quash, for her flesh dances to my tune, warm and relentless...but safe - I hold her...just out of reach...there to catch her.
I study her intently as she trembles, fatigued physically, but still mentally in full flight, she is mine. Kite-like she soars, beautiful, majestic, free...but she will return to the gauntlet of my control and settle. For she is mine.
For me she strives for perfection, endlessly sculpted and refined...my control - her religion. She is mine. Her body my canvas, her every mark - my design...she is mine.
Her deep dark mind - my playground...her soul my treasure...she is mine. Her body my instrument, its divine symphony - under my orchestration...She is mine.
Her sexuality redefined, her desires redirected - she is mine. I walk barefoot through the oasis of her mind...picking the flowers of her hopes, collecting her dreams - for they are mine. All mine. She is mine
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"Kite-like she soars, beautiful, majestic, free...but she will return to the gauntlet of my control and settle. For she is mine." <<< I LOVE this! Each word felt as if it were tugging at my eyes... I read it quickly, eager to take it all in. This was delicious!
I love to come here, you write with such passion, your words are woven with such feeling that it is almost palatable and they always leave me hungry for more.
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