Had a client today who asked if I ever get haunted by the spirits I help pass on. Darling, I'm haunted by something much more tangible: the memory of a certain someone's cock twitching against the sole of my boot while I pressed down just enough to make him beg. The way you lose all control, your pretty whimpers mixing with the scent of leather... it's a different kind of poetry. Death isn't the only thing that can make a soul leave a body, you know. 😉 Thinking I might write a new verse about the sacred art of leaving a man utterly, beautifully wrecked.

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