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SpankMuhButt -> Not sure (7/10/2006 8:56:58 PM)
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if I am putting this in the right place, but my best friend just sent me this (she is not involved in any of the stuff I am and she got this and said it had your name written all over it lol)
There is something about
Pushing you up against a wall, face first
Cheek resting on rough wallboard
Breath caught in your throat
Listening to the growling in your ear
And trying to remember your own name
There's something about
Pushing you up against a wall
Your back flat up against it
Staring straight into eyes that see through you
Swallowing hard
Waiting for your heart to start beating again
There's something about
Pulling you up by your hair
Feeling my hand slink up your neck
Into your tresses, close to the scalp
Grabbing, gripping it, guttural sounds emitting from my lips
Your pain not nearly as strong as the urge
You cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip
There's something about
Biting you
Especially on the back of the neck or nipple
Feeling my teeth so close to piercing you
Wondering, as you cry out, if I will, this time
Wondering, if you need to bleed for your Submission
There's something about
Bending you over the back of a chair, without warning
Without pretense, without question
Having your skirt flipped up, cool air hitting hot skin
Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your ass
As I warm it with the striking of the palm of my hand
The tears you cry not cooling you
The tears you cry because I have found you
There's something about
Slapping you across the face
Not backhanded, but smacked to bring about
A change in behavior
A change in attitude
To make that lovely wail come from deep in your chest
You long to make it, as I long to hear it
There's something about
Those words I use
Those names I call you
Those phrases meant to elicit a response
And you do respond
All of you responds
And your body betrays you, always
You are such slut
There's something about
Throwing you down and taking you
Not against your will
For your will is to be there
To please, to submit, to offer, to relinquish
And you cry out for breath, for more, for me
And you know you are home, slut
There's something about
Kneeling quietly beside me
Your body bruised, reddened, coated, tired
Your mind silent, for once ~ for a time
Your head bowed, your eyes closed
Your lips quivering as me fingers touch you
Your submission, unquestioned
Your Peace at my Hand
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