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She's kept, not free, under survellience, under me. Left to her own device, unsafe. Left to wander - not while with me. She's a liar, because she's female. Born to be kept, because she needs to be. She's not forced. She knows what's best. She's got it good. Why should she struggle? She is not bound, but would probably like it, not left alone, like many others, roaming loose without their keepers, loving men who let them be. MAKS~3/18/08

I follow my heart down a winding road, Over hills and valleys my love does go. My heart leads me blindly like through night every day. My eyes cannot see for the love in their way. I follow my heart and I follow my breath. They're both caught in my throat, though I won't choke to death. My heart leads me to the edge of a tall rocky hill. Love beckons me gently I jump of my own free will. My heart soars like an eagle whose wings ride the wind. Faith in love lifts me up to follow my heart once ...

I follow my heart down a winding road, Over hills and valleys my love does go. My heart leads me blindly like through night everyday. My eyes cannot see for the love in their way. I follow my heart and I follow my breath. They're both caught in my throat, though I won't choke to death. My heart leads me to the edge of a tall rocky hill. Love beckons me gently and I jump of my own will. My heart soars like raptors whose wings catch the wind. And I ride on faith that love will lift me up once a...

I follow my heart down a winding road Over hills and valleys my love does go. My heart leads me blindly like through night everyday My eyes cannot see for the love in their way. I follow my heart and I follow my breath. They're both caught in my throat though I won't choke to death. My heart leads me to the edge of a tall rocky hill. Love beckons me gently and I jump of my own will. My heart soars like raptors whose wings catch the wind. And I ride on faith that love will lift me up once agai...

Sugar sweet, he cares for me He runs his fingers through my hair and lays a kiss upon my lips to taste the tender nectar there. Our foreheads touch and eyes agree to fill each others carnal need. He breathes desire in my ear until my lust is wanton greed. The way he travels 'cross my skin, caressing gently as he goes. His lips so firmly pull me in. My nipples tingle to my toes. His hips fit snug between my thighs which pull him close invitingly. Evidence of his desire beckons me encouragingly...