Sweet Addiction Mistress

Golden wings,

sweet tongue flying.


Sugar girls, film noir.

Toes touch necks,

scratching grind  –

rhythms not sane.


Polished bright for all.

Come one, come all.

Tent of covers.


Spot in corner.

Sweet addiction mistress.



Grab my throat and spread.

Scream and smell my,

addiction mistress.


Cut me and line me up.

Sweet addiction mistress.


Favored many, live long –

sweet girl.




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1 Response to Sweet Addiction Mistress

  1. it nails the allure with a single hammer blow….seductive and in your head

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