The Darkling Prince
Oh darksome prince,
how I bowed at your feet
you asked me for bourbon
and nothing to eat
I followed you close
as a pitiful pet
you gave me a pill
thatwould make me forget
But I must remember
with switches and whips
to punish myself
for the taste
of your lips
your lips and your arms
oh darkling devine
imprison my soul
'til the last drop of time.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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