I do so remember the first words we so spoke so many moons ago. I have never looked back, nor have I regreted anything. You are my life, the words, the actions and even the silence delve me deeper and deeper into you. Each day brings me something new and exciting, keeping me a hold to you clinging like the ivy vine, entwining, and rooting myself to you. You are my life and now watch me blossom into the woman, the slave, the whore that I am in which your sleight of hand has so created...forever yours, there WILL never be another.
It is a farce to call any being virtuous whose virtues do not result from the exercise of it's own reason.
1 comment:
I do so remember the first words we so spoke so many moons ago. I have never looked back, nor have I regreted anything. You are my life, the words, the actions and even the silence delve me deeper and deeper into you. Each day brings me something new and exciting, keeping me a hold to you clinging like the ivy vine, entwining, and rooting myself to you. You are my life and now watch me blossom into the woman, the slave, the whore that I am in which your sleight of hand has so created...forever yours, there WILL never be another.
Love His Tainted Vixen....
Post a Comment