St Thomas




​Do I love you?

My beloved muse;

you are my fixation and my fascination.

I long to see you immensely satisfied;

to mount you slow and enjoy my ride. 


Do I love you?

I do want you to feel your hands on my 


body while;


I beg you not to tease me then push in 


deeply till I gasp your name.



I do so desire to hear those words “not


until I say” in you lowest growl


with your hand pressed firmly against 


my throat.

 


Must I love you love must I. 


My love aren’t some things only to be 


seen in the eyes,


Felt in a touch, heard in a whisper or 


expressed through acts of love?



Yes.



I fear I do love you too much.


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