Muse: Type One
Flowers and rain trickled upon her bouquet,
Master stood over top of her with a pale of surrender,
Holding her cheeks together as he forces his fingers inside her,
Straining a peep at a time seeds crawled around inside of her throat waiting to burst like a field of tiny ants,
Master stuffs a red velvet handkerchief down her tonsils just in case the neighbors get curious,
The room was surrounded in blackout curtains,
Creepy paintings watching them as they eat the sound of torture for breakfast,
Eyes bleeding at the rise of each wind beneath Masters palm,
Soul screeching at the sight of animalistic sex,
The red blinking danger sign over the bed,
Her mom prayed for her safety each night,
Little did she know she was pressing her luck with a hardcore fuck squeezing her neck until she passes in and out over and over,
Cumming harder and harder,
Eyes rolling and fumbling into her hands,
Spilling onto the ground under her bed watering her flowers,
More and moire they stiffen,
Cum eventually turns the flowers stale and her lips pale from the lack of hydration from hours of submissive behavior,
She leans her ears against the wind to listen for her truth,
Master lunges deep into her ear and twirls around with thick saliva and battered future,
Normal women wanted flowers on the first date,
She wanted a choker to later then choke her,
Molded by love, passion and S&M they both walked a dark line together,
Then snorted grape vines together,
To watch their souls intertwine unworthy to ever look normal again,
Instant edge drove them both off the ledge of vanilla escape,
They enter the danger zone each night knowing the consequences,
For one the endless suspension,
Two a room full of tools,
Three signing over their love over to the ghouls of the night,
Tickling their toes,
Smoothing over their woes,
Her moms eyes froze when she walked in on them for an unexpected drop in,
Jaw cranked to the bone,
They paused in a doggy style position where her hands and ankles where tied to a spreader bar,
Handcuffed along the same line,
With the smell of burnt wood like they were trying to start a fire,
The door slammed shut and her mother collapsed,
Her fingers slid underneath Masters wet carriage only to go back in,
Her mother will still be there when they are done,
Well wake her with breakfast and if she asks it was all a dream....
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