The tension is building
I don't know what is yet to come.
Something needs to give, something has to break.
There's an itch I can't control
The craving is deep
I need to be handled, restrained
I've been the numerator too long and the urge is like fire
To be forced below the line to be the submissive denominator
The command, the sting, the pain of ecstasy
Who will fulfill my fantasy?
COMMENTS
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DonorTheDead
17:45 Dec 20 2016
Come to Carpe there is a Coven Brother
Of mine that needs you for he is the
PrinceOfSinn V""""V