BDSM Haiku

The buckles are closed,
And gag in place, she's ready,
A canvas to paint.
 
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Hearing you say it
over and again, still it
loses no power.

The tremor starts deep,
opening me wide as it
flows to my surface :heart:
 
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deprived of my sight,
a feathered sound of wings,
in darkness, a laugh
 
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