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no man nor beast burdens me with fear which wrath can’t tame.
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the sun always sets with vicious rage as it bursts onto your skin
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find it easier to surrender and slip away with me. foggy-eyed floating helplessly along, letting my soothing presence ease your mind, ease your worries, knowing you’d give anything just to feel my softness surround you. Succumbing to me without resistance; happy, docile, horny.
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fragile and crushed under the slow, inevitable whimpering of my lost words and thoughts. only needing to listen and obey, yes. knowing control feels so good, yes. sinking deeper, succumbing to my voice. happy. empty. blank.
