He made me cry, moan and wither under his mercy, I submitted myself to him and now I didn't regret it a little bit. I'm ready to start a devilish journey with this man.
Sinful tears of pleasure would run down everytimeI was with him.
He made me weak, he made me feel many things.
One lift of his hands and Iwould be on my knees for him.
He was the rehabilitation yet the filthy drug.
His body demanded submission and I'll be glad to give him that.
If he wanted an obedient partner, Iwould gladly be anything, for him.
We are playing a sinful game but here, the winner was declared, it always him. It was unfair, true but I love it.
He was someone with mysterious aura, unable to be figured but his touch was enough for me to forget every pain.
He was chaging me, in a good yet sinful way.
Sometimes I turn desperate, sometimes sly, sometimes coy and sometimes a little vixen.
His words, they made me weak, I wasn't recognizing my own body.
He fulfilled me, he made me complete in some way.
I don't know what I'm doing but all I know is that it feels good -- for once it feels good.
Maybe I'm dumb? But that's what he makes me, a dumb little doll.
For nowI want to stay here and let him unfold many shades of me.
Each shade, for him and only him.
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