I miss it.
Yes, I miss it.
And I miss you.
I miss your smell, your touch, your taste,
I miss the warm skin that makes me shiver
The weight of your naked body over mine
The hardness of your cock rubbing mine while you kiss me
While your tongue play with mine
While I breath your essence in each inspiration
And you get inside me, filling my lungs,
Exciting my senses,
Opening my mind and my body to you.
I know. Your presence, your mere existence,
Is a charm, kind of an inevitable spell you cast on me,
That I am trapped, I am just a slave,
A slave of my body, that becomes your vessel,
A slave of your voice, that becomes my conscience,
A slave of your body, entering on mine...
But never a slave was happier
Giving himself to his master.

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