Deleted Member Posted September 11, 2025 He summons me and when he lays eyes on me, he calls me “Angel”. A soft kiss, a firm touch; a twist, a bend, a straight line from desire to ecstasy. He orders me to kneel and when I comply, he calls me “Angel”. Robbed of sight, robbed of sound; a sting, a thud, a staircase winding ever upwards to oblivion. He makes me fall apart, and when I come back together, he calls me “Angel”. When I moan, I am his angel. When I cry, I am his angel. When I whisper, I am his angel. When I am silent, I am his angel. And in the dark of night I know I am his because I am his angel and without me he is lost.
Deleted Member Posted September 11, 2025 Author 7 minutes ago, zixx69 said: He should call you queen I prefer angel.
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