Panties pulled down, especially around her ankles

Your general allure is in no doubt, meli... it is assured. Completely. As is your submission to a firm tug.
Imagine, if you would, the firmest tug:
Whether I'm on a leash or in your arms;
The panties, coming down, build up the blood,
Suffusing cheeks, your spanking sometimes calms;
The racing heartbeat; and the sodden cling
Of sex lips: all repressible, of course:
They obviate discontent, as they bring
Me to the place you'd want me; there, the source
Of rediscovery should be intense,
Commensurate with surfeits of desire,
That have built up - directing recompense
As you dream on, and plan how you'll require
Me to accept your governance, and please
You whether (or not) I'm still clothed in panties...

Méli 💋
 
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Imagine, if you would, the firmest tug:
Whether I'm on a leash or in your arms;
The panties, coming down, build up the blood,
Suffusing cheeks, your spanking sometimes calms;
The racing heartbeat; and the sodden cling
Of sex lips: all repressible, of course:
They obviate discontent, as they bring
Me to the place you'd want me; there, the source
Of rediscovery should be intense,
Commensurate with surfeits of desire,
That have built up - directing recompense
As you dream on, and plan how you'll require
Me to accept your governance, and please
You whether (or not) I'm still clothed in panties...

Méli 💋
This poem ... evoke an image ... of what would follow the panties on the floor, the buildup in the blood.
You to the place I'd want you.
Rediscovery. Of your surrender ... acceptance ... of my governance.

Firm handed Sir

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