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The Corset

The corset
was purchased
for my
titillation
as much as for yours.

A dovegrey confection
of silken lace
tightly laced
at my waist,
lifting
my breasts
and my spirits,
suspenders
and stocking tops
framing my bits.

Oh I felt powerful,
beautiful, strong,
full of longing.
Allowed you
to bind me,
to hold me there
tending my needs
while my soul
you laid bare.

Thirsty,
you quenched me
with kisses so
blissfully cool,
let the wine slip
from your lips
to mine,
a divinely wet
intimate
drool.

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