Gentle, soft and tender is your caress my dearest love.
Stroking my skin with hands of joy, like a dove.
The tingles pass through me, arousing my lust once more.
That is your intention, the reason your touch is sure.
I allow you to do whatever you will to me,
And I watch and I accept whatever acts will be.
This is not the way it usually is between us.
I am the Master and it has seldom been thus.
But this is a special occasion between us my dear
I let you please me and tease me without fear.
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