Last night, under the spell of moon's soft glow,
I embarked on a ritual, with thoughts of you in tow.
Each stroke of the brush, a tantalizing tease,
Imagining your hands, eager to please.
In the steam of the shower, my sanctuary, my rite,
Lost in fantasies of you, my heart took flight.
Water's embrace, a lover's caress so bold,
Leaving me yearning, for your control to hold.
Silken smooth, I made my skin, with care and grace,
Every inch, prepared for your touch, your embrace.
My hair, now a soft cascade, longing for your grip,
Each thought of your dominance, a thrilling trip.
My face, I pampered, a canvas so bare,
Craving your fingers, trailing with care.
Dedicated to beauty, for you, my Sir, my light,
Each mask, each scrub, in your honor, my knight.
My skin, now aglow, yearns for your touch so dear,
The brush of your fingers, a reward I hold near.
I oiled my body, smooth, just for your sight,
In my black teddy, I'm your vision of delight.
With my unique scent, I marked my trail,
A longing whisper, beyond the veil.
In bed, thoughts of you ignite a flame so bright,
Your presence, my joy, my heart's true light.
I yearn for you to hold my essence, my scent,
A symbol of my submission, my loving intent.
Every moment of care, an offering, a sign,
To you, my Sir, forever entwined.
Smiling for no reason, but for thoughts of you,
In this journey of submission, so pure, so true.
With every act of care, my devotion I renew,
For you, my Dom, my muse, forever in my view.
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