Dominatrix - my cotton slave
stirring silencean endless tie to get past
she's so vain
loving ghots to the last
polluted mind,
stench of brutality in the
way she agree
of everything she wants
but will never be
gracefully gagged
legs running from hell
she's in pain
and she know so well
I'm hardcore mundane
bitchblack angry as I can see
and now she's weeping gently
hiding in the surface of me
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Poetry by theo
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 18:10
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