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The Counselor - Clip Lingerie
What she wanted
Was to be seen, perceived, consumed
Not just viewed
A girl refined not seen as crude
She was shy, timid even
He drew her out by not demeaning
He stripped her naked and it disarmed
She felt His words, his arms, His charms
He never flinched
Never gave an inch
He praised her as a natural beauty
And every day she was naked for Him willingly
Her mind, foremost
Happily He’d say, so was her booty
She grew into her skin
With austere reflection and dalliances with sin
No matter what she did
He took her as she was meant
She never felt downtrodden
(Being edged, teased, even tormented left her sodden)
He built her up
Woke her up
She felt that no matter her proclivities or curiosities
She was welcome to be who she was… openly
Deception she had said long ago had no place with Him
She confessed often, because this honored Him
He took her far and wide
He had her back, her front, always took her side
She often shared her childhood dreams
Replaying them with wiser eyes and sharing them with Him
She saw more clearly every day
That even that little girl had a lot to say
She sometimes felt she was a pussy riot inside
He wouldn’t let he be muted or derided
She worried she would lose fragments of her past
Even the ones that denied her with eyes downcast
His oft repeated advice
Was not to kill them with kindness and play nice
But to let them judge her by her endless successes
And perhaps earn back her time and good graces
Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2017
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Dont mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
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I want to kiss you good morning between your legs and taste your dreams of us
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He had the power of turning me into a dripping wet mess of a girl…with just his voice, his eyes and his words. When he finally placed his hand between my legs and felt what he had done…I nearly lost my fucking mind.
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