Several long months had passed
Since she’d been held
By her faithful master
She greatly missed
The way his warm hand curved
Around her well-worn body
Sections of her once shiny exterior
Had long ago lost their luster
And now began to flake and peel
His familiar rugged fingerprints
Still appeared in the places
Where she’d been gripped the tightest
Each spot a permanent reminder
Of the intensity in which he wrote
And the passion which he radiated
She continued to ache
For his ever loving touch
And dreamt of his timely return
But she soon came to realize
She was no match for her masters new blond #2
That fair young lady had the bite marks to prove it
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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