M’s Poetry


Mistress M 120

Prefer my love resemble that of a shooting star.  A brilliant, awe-inspiring orb of pure heat.  I wish it to be unstoppable until it ceases to burn.  I wish to be so enveloped within the throws of ecstasy, so that the very environment which sets me ablaze, does burn me out.  I strive never to bore; so the love I give is longed for mere seconds more than I can give.  I desire wishes bestowed upon me, even wilst knowing the granting is improbable.  A treat to those I’m in the presence of.  A delight to those who feast upon me.

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