Spare The Whip
And once again I chase the night,
Got me a new rope to bind him tight.
New stilettos with sparkles in red,
Riding hard my sleek thoroughbred.
They swing all day within the breeze,
So well hung hanging to his knees.
Watching from afar, licking my lips,
I love the way the leather fits my grip.
Spare the whip and spoil the husband, I always say,
Tonight I will make him wear a black negligee.
Spank him solid with my golden feather,
I'm in charge wearing my new black pleather.
Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2007-03-14 at 20:25
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