My fingers trace your Sternum as I unbutton Your dress. You shiver. You ask me how long We have before they miss us. I ask

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
My fingers trace your Sternum as I unbutton Your dress. You shiver. You ask me how long We have before they miss us. I ask
I cannot decide Which vexes me more: your gaze Or its withdrawal.
The pleasure for which We will endure any and All pain, graciously.
Must I pretend theProstitute for you to doMe honor? Your first Born, vile villain,Fell victim to his vices.Second, Chester cheat, Slid his sword from mySex,
She holds me down and Cuts the hair out of my ears. That’s true monkey love.
Lie back upon the Pillow, rest your eyes, while I Ruthlessly tease you.