Mr Grey
A wolf in disguise by the name of Mr. Grey
I am all to willing to be his submissive prey
His dangerous game is pleasure and pain
Others look at me as if I were insane
A dominant presence, he stands on the stage
Sweet anticipation as I press against the bars of my cage
This is not right, too different and strange
Oh, but I can't get enough of these ropes, whips, and chains
He shows me worlds not of this Earth
I am the drug that satisfies and sparks his thirst
Extosy are my wrists containing his seal
This is life and what it truly means to feel
Copyright © Erin S | Year Posted 2012
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