Inspiration in Black, Blue, and Blow Jobs

His hands were almost as liberating as his words

Teaching me all that I had never understood before

I was hellbent to deflect his lessons

But with teeth booming and iron fists

The great leader and giver

He granted me freedom from my expectations

I was only a small thing

In the beginning

Unaware of my impact on others

But he grew me

It was his mission

Fed me emotions on a silver spoon

His and mine

Mine and his

Until I bloomed

Into a swollen nymph made for

Pleasure

And

Erected

Soundproof walls

Filled with his gratification

In order

To dispel my own

For there was no more room

After he gave so much of himself

Lifting pounds upon poundings

Of what was there before

Myself

With wings

Embers from within insisted

They'd burst

And be swept into the night sky

Like the aftermath glitz of a

Firework

On the Fourth of July

Into the forever ever always and never

Atmosphere

Fading from stars

To fireflies

And then away and away again

Where myself can no longer singe a single hair

Atop anyone's head

Safe and restricted

Folded and gifted

For him

All wrapped up with invisible tape

With a red bow

And ribbons

And he sung me the song of the

Lord knows best

Yes

Best that I'd rest with fingers encasing his member

His eyes to a sweet little number

On page 59

From December

It was all in the love

And

The giving

So I'd given and cashed in for my worth

The beauty of

A Knot on the head

Great tits

And a

Fantastic Blow Job

The

End