There she is....

An object,

A possession to use.

A toy of My passions

And My desires.

She eagerly needs,

What is given ,with no regret.

Only a desire to please.

Her Limits pushed.

She soars to new heights.

When she retruns.

I hold her, comfort her.

She nestles into Me.

Happy and content, she purrs.

Letting her know

I am proud of her.

But after a time.

The touch of her skin,

brings more love in My heart.

Just as you took ,

The desire from her body.

I feel soo much more now.

I dont wish her out of My touch.

Why do I feel such inside Me.

Such a pleasure,

more than I felt before.

Is this wrong, or is this right.

Have the lines been blurred