Nothing
Is the same as the feel of the Paddle
As you come down on my ass hard
And cause welts and bruises
To remind me of my disobedience
When you aren't there
Nothing
Can compare
To the sound of your voice
Calling out the numbers
You want my body to conform to
Calling out positions
For your little slut
Nothing
Is like then your musky scent
As I suck your wiilling cock
Hard and round in my mouth
Swelling with excitement as you
moan with pleasure
Nothing
Tastes the same as your lips
As we interlock in a kiss
Moments of bliss
Before shutting me off,
And forcing me to the ground
Nothing
Feels as wonderful as when
You look at me
Looking at me with thoes
Comforting eyes
And see me as what I am
YOURS

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