Dominatrixxx
She brings me pain and without ill,
in the best of ways she brings me chills.
She brings me down to a slower pace,
to a lower height and another place.
She makes me beg and makes me plead,
and scream for more to fill my need.
She fills my eyes with tears of joy,
I love that I'm her whipping boy.
My gift to her is all I save,
I give my all to be her slave.
I feel I move when chained and still,
for she knows how to break my will.
She's so much stronger it makes me sick,
she don't know magic and don't do tricks.
I count down minutes,
hours,
and days,
to be my DOMINATRIXXX slave...
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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