Black satin sheets
On a bed of black satin sheets.
I lay awake with a dying need.
That haunts me tonight in my sleep.
Flashes in my mind of a never ending ache.
That plays with my senses, keeping me awake
Hands have found my body now.
Down my neck, across my breasts.
Trailing my tummy.
Fingers to meet my moist depths.
Soft and silky, smooth and wet.
Trembling in anticipation.
Heart races.
A moan of a wanted release escapes my lips.
Hands move away now from my sweet place.
I am told I must wait.
Till the next time we meet.
For this is my punshiment.
Not obeying the rules.
My Master had set.
"but I promise next time, next time I will do as told"
Lips cover my mouth.
Silencing my pleads....
Laying alone in a bed of black satin sheets
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