He made himself as slave,
And treated her like a queen.

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Little did he understand her love when she was alive.
He missed her the most when she left him.
Then all that he could do is worshipping the marble fetish of his mom..

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A delicate girl from outside and a strong woman from inside,thats what she is. In this world of fake reality and unrestricted lust she looks around for someone to fulfill her deep inner desires.
Many admire her,she is happy-go-lucky, successful and has a loving family and many good friends. Yet her deepest inner desires are yet to be fulfilled.
It's late at night and she can't sleep. Lying on the bed she pulls up her top. She likes wearing tank tops and flaunting her soft creamy belly with the deep oval navel nestled in it. Even the light breeze in the room makes her exposed navel feel excited,sensitive and aware. She gently caresses her navel.
Most of the times she sleeps with these fantasies in her mind. Her boyfriend loves her very much but he is the usual guy who knows sex but not how to deal with bellybutton fetish...

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The Obscure Fetish
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Unheededly it's initiated,
with me ranting about my innumerable flaws.
Biting my lips, impeding my sight to meet yours,
albeit fathoming every esoterica you beget.
Somehow past twilight,
the whispers of mine got stuck in the space between.
My eyes stumbled upon your colossal eyes,
just a glimpse, bewitching.
Silencing the throb, holding onto my breath
I coquet you to mess up once more,
for me to succulently untwine.
And you, my love
vouchsafed a riddle for me wrapped in
enigma, amorphous.

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HONEYMOON

the pearls were scattered
in an orbit
some around the bed
some on the floor
exquisite feathers danced
in the room
a bottle of leaked perfume
the crown of the bed adorned
with the best of the flowers
melted chocolate lubricating
their bodies
it was their first night and
first time on a foreign land

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In the nights like these
When you are not here
I stand in front of the mirror,
For I want to see me
The way you see me,
Only in my skin.
I want to run my fingers
Where yours lingered,
Slowly over the corners,
Through the dark spaces
Coming alive for you
In anticipation.
I want to do to me
What you do to me
To see what you see
The faces I make
The moans I breathe.
Tonight, I want to know
What I do to you
Is it the same way
What you do to me?

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He studies my
stained pages,
and bookmark
my most
fetish fantasies,
with his
tongue.

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Our love, a pointless fetish..
Like one among many
amidst the region of the
summer stars..
An illusional imagery,
conceived in belief and
torn down by deceit..
Our love, an endless infinity...
Like one among the
many waves reaching
out to the shore...

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I was fairly stunned when she lifted her shirt without the slightest hint of apprehension or inhibition.Seeing her navel for the very first time was a totally unexpected treat,I've always had a major thing for girls who like to show off their belly button, especially the cute,innocent ones who don't mind being a little naughty. It's part of a major fetish I've had since the time I was a little boy...

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He made himself a Slave,
And treated her like a Queen.

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