Gloves and Rope poem

Gloves and Rope poem

A short poem about true stuff ๐Ÿ˜‰

Gloves and Rope – Black and White

Wicked Wednesday Gloves
Gloves and Rope

Gloved, Tied and Waiting

He washed the rope before the hayloft
The gloves feel smooth on his cock
I gather my hands together
and stand as solid as a rock
His belt lands swiftly across my back
His whispers are in my ear
My body shivers in anticipation
My breathing shortens with fear
We finish curled up together
The rope and gloves on the floor
My head settles on his chest
My arse is feeling raw!

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Originally entered into wicked Wednesday – slightly updated for TMA

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked
rope and gloves

5 thoughts on “Gloves and Rope poem

  1. I love this image. The femininity of the gloves with their jewels works so well with the white rope. And the poem works really well with it. Missy x

  2. Love the image and the words go very nicely with it ๐Ÿ™‚

    Welcome to Wicked Wednesday. I hope to read and see a lot more of you!

    Rebel xox

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