All posts for the month December, 2012


Published December 6, 2012 by largemargeuk

I’m lying in the sheets
of a rather nice hotel.
My boy is in the shower
I’m feeling oh-so-well
I’m tingling all over
my brain has turned to jelly
I trace my fingers through the magic
written on my belly.

Walking down the street today
a boy did catch my eye
Really such a striking chap
my feelings could not lie
I glanced at him so longingly
and I could simply tell he
would live to sign his name in magic
written on my belly.

I know what you think it is,
but it’s not what you expect.
It more about the power
than it is about the sex.
So when a boy works hard to please me
when he does really well, he
is rewarded with  a magic show
written on my belly.


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