Hearing things
You can track movement
Anticipating the leather hitting skin
The whimpers of pain and pleasure
Seeing things
You can follow people
The shadows when looking at the ground
The assortment of toys on the bed
Smelling scents
The arousal heightens
The smell of oils being opened
Lavender and vanilla and honeysuckle...
Tasting
One of the strongest muscles
Can taste the leather straps and plastic ball.
The juices leaking from bodies.
Touch
Cold sharp metal blades
Warm bodies pressed together
The touch so close, but so far away
Without sense
No sense of time or space
No sense of awareness
The ultimate trust as the collar becomes invisible and a part of your being.
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Lovers Desire
RandomAnother poem to add to my collection. These will be getting updated and partially rewritten and posted on my medium profile. *Similar to Patreon, where you can pay to read more of my stories*
