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Deep Tamarack

Tags: erotic
In my own fascination I'm kept,
Consensually tied, in night of muskegs.
Moss of my submissive keep,
In deep tamarack, my being. 
Chains of brass ting-a-ling. 

Minions her gathering, I'm anchored bound,
Collared, my leather mantilla worn.
In new shadow I'm cast,
Adorned in waistcoat of triviality. 
Ogled by the crop, it eyes me.

In name of the cross, my daily stay,
St. Andrew's rack, it stands.
On coast of Aberdeen woods,
Tethered by the rocks,
My cock oozed.

By Mistress, I sealed my obedience,
Given my proclivities as such. 
For whom the night owl winked,
In throbbing of the pulse,
I lust her flesh.

In scintilla, my cum spent,
Droplets, the hour of the moon,
Sounding bar rang it's tune.
Choir of the coven sing,
In deep tamarack, my being.

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