maria goodison

(06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

Enslaved


I crave your darkness like no other,
a home that has been lost to me.
My mind crys for your weakness
and screams for all your pain.
Its a never ending story
that will never fill.

I beg for your enslaved body
and will play with it like putty.
You'll be my foot rest,
you'll be at my whim, my beck and call.
You are mine and no other
unless I say you can.

Your my enslaved, my trouble,
my silly toy and you will serve me
whether day or night I call.

Submitted: Sunday, December 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 02, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (12/14/2013 8:51:00 PM)

    Free yourself from any darkness territory, flag your strength on your life..Enslaved to self but be master for yourself at same time :) Good one Maria_Soul (Report) Reply

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