burning
yearning
His
touch
His
voice
His
smile
a
need
a
want
desire
once
lust
turned
love
I
believe it's all His fault
the
things He dose to me
drives
me wild
sets
my demon free
pleasure
pain
causes
screams of admiration
He
drives me insane
up
and over the edge
spiritually
masturbates me
makes
me come in so many ways
I
wear His collar and he has the key
I
never leave disappointed
even
when we don't play
I've
fallen for some of the mundane things
things
I hope won't go away
the
sound of His voice
the
look of his face
my
number one choice
His
soulful eyes
also
His touch
basically
everything
about Him
I'm
committed to Him
in
a special way
He's
my Sir
I'm
His Boy
We're
okay
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by Patrick B Vince
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