The rain keeps falling,

drops on my window,

whispers of wishes,

wishes for you,

yesterday I tried so hard not to cry,

today I didn't think of you once,

except when the rain fell,

drops on my window

and my whispered wishes,

always wishes for you,

wishes for you

my love,

for you my Master.

Miss Monique

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1.påskedagetreff i Oslo (takk til Cupido)

Jeg titter opp, og ser solens lys, trenge igjennom de mørke, regntunge skyer. 

Det sitrer i kroppen. Jeg føler og vet jeg lever. 

Damen ved nabobordet smiler. Leser hun mine tanker?

De trenger hennes lys; det er sterkere enn solens.

Do you remember what we just did?

When I was Linnéa in the Sky with Diamonds...

Please tell me…

Do you remember what we just did?

When Linnéa was flying high of endorphins...

Yes

and yes,

it will be soon,

very soon,

no stress,

no,

soon,

very soon...

we will have those plays with pleasures,

joy and pleasures.

I need to tell you,

that here I am

as your most precious gift,

I adore you with all my being

and I'm praying

that each day by your side will be infinite.

I need to feel the power

of your role in my humble me.

I speak from my soul,

from where I miss you so,

I feed myself from our moments together,

from your look,

from those kisses we've exchanged

which say more than words can say.

Yes

and yes,

it will be soon,

very soon,

no stress,

no,

soon,

very soon...

we will have those plays with pleasures,

joy and pleasures.

I know that very soon,

will we be back together in our intimacy

and I at your feet,

as it is my illusion.

I adore you my Master

and though I know you know...

I need to tell you that

every second I breathe.

Yes

and yes,

it will be soon,

very soon,

no stress,

no,

soon,

very soon...

we will have those plays with pleasures,

joy and pleasures.

Miss Monique

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I’m pretending like nothing,

I’m sitting pleasant in an armchair

I forget about everything,

the time and present

and everything else around me,

I’m feeling a butterfly under my skirt

and you do not make me blush honey,

I’m coming soon,

I’m feeling a butterfly under my skirt.

And I trust you honey,

I feel the throbbing fire

of your shivering body,

I want everything you have

and I know you want to give it to me

under my skirt.

We close the moon outside

and turn off the rising sun;

I am passionate

and I am yours,

I feel the throbbing fire,

my lips begins a rhythmical suction,

which accelerate your emotions

you're shivering with anxiety

and I crave to feel your desire and humidity;

now I want everything you have,

everything you have

NOW

under my skirt

we close the moon outside

and turn off the rising sun.

I am passionate

and I am yours,

I feel the throbbing fire,

then you invite me and with passion

to feel emotions of tides coming and go

like overwhelming tsunamis,

your body accelerates my emotions

and I feel a rush of passion

under my skirt.

You can feel my ecstasy

and you rush when you feel that instant,

in a wild swing,

with your body hot and wet.

Then,

then you come flowing

and I hear your moans of pleasure.

Under my skirt,

under my skirt.

I love you.

Miss Monique

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det kan gjerne

gå sakte

bare det ikke

stopper opp

You will take me there,

to the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

Tight pearl satin rope

bites into my wrists and ankles

bound for my pleasure.

Let your words

twist my soul

and pull it though

the key hole

into the dark room

the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock

You will hurt me.

milking the endorphins,

from my most tender parts,

when you take me,

when you take me,

to the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

Taking me

beyond the bounds

of ecstasy

where I will float

high above,

through clouds of pleasure

drifting amongst

undreamt of faraway worlds

in the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

You will inhale my cries

and moans

like that first gasp

of a drowning woman

pulled from the waters

of certain death.

We will feed our hunger

like vampires inhaling

the life essence from

each others soul

living each eternal moment

as if there were no other,

here in the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

 A dark lust

deep within

screams and

must be fed.

Come, submit

my body so

I may free the

quintessence of me

being trapped

so deep and

helpless within.

You will take me there,

to the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

Miss Monique

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