Dominion Between Thighs

"She was the altar, the offering, and the god— and he knelt, unknowing he'd be consumed."

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There’s a temple nestled in the hollow of my throat—

You dropped to your knees, unaware of the cost

I stroked your body until your mind lost hope

Now every line you knew has been crossed.

I control your rhythm, your breath, your pace

Addicted now, you crave my taste

I slide it in—inch by inch, slow burn

Your moans echo, sharp with yearn.

I gasp, and you shudder—God, you love that sound

My voice alone could break you down

I whisper daddy—you lose your grip

As I ride you deep,

& slow,

with a biting lip.

Caressing me slow, deliberate and deep

Your touch reverent, like a prayer before sleep

You praise my body, lips on my skin—

Calling it sacred, delicate… a temple within.

The way you grab my waist says more than words,

You push in deeper, chasing what burns.

You think you’re in control—but no,

You gave it up the moment you begged me to feel you slow.

My moans rise, sweet and raw.

You clench, trying hard not to fall

“Let it go, daddy,” I whisper tight—

Now you tremble, lost in the height.

You reach for my touch to catch your breath

Pleading, desperate, on the edge of death

No need to cry out—I want it just the same.

Two flames colliding, untamed in the game.

I warned you of soul ties, you brushed it off fast.

But now you’re mine, and that confidence won’t last.

Addicted to the warmth where my hips align.

You love how I ride you—

Now you’re the one, losing time...

xoxo, S.🌹

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