Submission to the Goddess

Yesterday was the most amazing day in a very long time! I want this, us, so bad! I want to smell you, to taste you, to feel the warmth of your skin, to be able to look at you for hours on end and to hear you whisper my name with lust in the night! You make me burst with desire, you make me shiver with longing, I submit myself to your universe of passion! I am yours! I am yours to do with whatever you may please, Goddess!

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