someharmindreaming: Time is passing We need to take this walk I will pack my little messenger bag An
someharmindreaming: Time is passing We need to take this walk I will pack my little messenger bag And we will set out into the dry heat of forest I will hold your hand And we will walk along that quiet road Flooded by birdsong Hypnotised by glittering miasmas of bright sun breaking through And we will stop and we will kiss A long, long kiss And I will pop the top button of your jeans Open your zipper Slide my fingers inside And with my knife cut off your panties Wrench them out, toss them away Unwind that pretty scarf from your neck And feed it through the ring of that hidden collar We are going to find a tree One I chose One I rigged with ropes A quiet spot noone will ever hear your gagged yells and moans A whipping tree A teasing tree A sucking and fucking tree Let’s find it together I will lead you through the bracken Jeans around your ankles A brisk pace Let me just rummage in my bag for your ring-gag All good now? You look so good Let us go find our tree -- source link