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"Anjelle"
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DaddyO's BDSM by DaddyO
I am rife with questions
Unsure of interpretation
When confronted by her challenge.
A yin-yang weblog of
Feelings so forbidden;
Ideas so illicit
Filtering into my cerebellum
My brain's chemistry altered
She is a human pharmaceutical
No doctor would prescribe.
A sad-lipped pout
Innocently forms
In my mind
In little girl fashion
As a giggle emerges
From her lips
"Is my sweetie happy?"
Her brown eyes bat
Her tongue extends for sugar
Cotton candy melts
On those lips
She licks them so
In circles
'Round and 'round
Her lips
In circles
Her hips too
Knees weaken while I fall
To the ground
Throbbing
Without remorse,
Excuse, or certainly regret
Some call reason unreasonable
Some call justification unjust
Some give up and call it obscene
Not me
Not if delivered from an angel
