your eyes caressed me

your eyes caressed me with carnal desire
and like a steadfast peasant i am, they were answered by low vibrating groans from my mouth
my skin burnt from where your breath touched and the every contact of your fingers lit up a small spark of flame in my gut
i drown in your scent until i was lost in you
you devoured me, savored and consumed me until i became meaningless without your dominion
you are dangerous
yet you bestow me the pleasant pain i’d be willing to endure for however long you’d allow
i am a slave, one that only you own

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