Touch yourself; know the pleasure of my release.
I move to obey, hands squeezing breasts,
Pinching nipples until they stand hard and erect.
In the quiet darkness, I hear a voice,
More. Feel your wetness as you show me the joys of your body.
I am drawn to obey, fingers gliding into my folds.
My wetness spills over my hand, my breath coming in short gasps.
In the quiet darkness, I hear a sigh,
You are my daughter, my sacred whore, my priestess. I love you.
I scream with the release my body can no longer hold back.
B A B A L O N !
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012
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