Collared — fell. Xx

lips open looks locked collar clasped eyes scan as tools sing old taboos refined under sensory stings the flushed flesh is felt by wandering hands wanting more of her Master who’s hard to ignore

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Ached (A Poem) — Diary Of A Dirty Girl

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Haiku – Consumed — poly pride

“Cuddled consumed Caressed and devoured Knowing ones place”

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Used (A Poem) — Diary Of A Dirty Girl

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Love it when

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I have big ones.

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Talk of them all

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I know you don’t

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Go gurl

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Descriptions of us

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