Like a Puppet
At first I thought it such a thrill the way he reached inside my dress
I liked the way he stroked my hair and did things that I can't confess
He made me speak such naughty words with readied open mouth
and yes I liked it when he said, "Common, let's turn you south"
Yes they watched him watching me as he did those things to me
it was a freak show I admit, an entertainment fast and free...
A peep show for the salty ones with eager hands and lusty eyes
I do believe he had me strung with lots of push and pull and ties
I was his puppet on a string and he my smooth Ventriloquist
I love the way he blushed, as if he'd jsut been kissed...
The End.
June 19, 2018
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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