A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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Together, we breathe,
With you on, your knees,
As I do what, I please,
With your need to, appease.
I command and, you spread,
Allowing, my head,
To perform things of which, you’ve only read,
When you’re alone in, your bed.
The deeper, I go,
The louder, you moan,
Swearing to, atone,
For being a tease on, the phone.
As I gift you, my seed,
To a crescendo, of screams,
Highlighting, your need,
To go wherever, I lead.
Fevered Mind 
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