Poem : Passion's Fire

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Gentle whispers comfort me,
Blindoflded I cannot see;
Tightly bound I cannot flee,
Securely tied against the tree.

The softest kisses brush my lips,
From my mind desire drips;
Freedom lies in tattered strips,
As deep inside the ball gag slips.

Corseted and laced so tight,
Need so strong I cannot fight;
Sudden pain burns hot and bright,
As nipple clamps begin to bite.

Skin so hot with deep desire,
Touches burn like brands of fire;
Driving me forever higher,
You stoke the flames of passions pyre

Yours to take in every way,
Mind and body yours will stay;
Bound and gagged against that tree,
Where passiins fire set me free.

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