No More Pussycatting Poem by Madrason .

If you want the juice to flow,
love me tender, bite me slow,
i wear my belt of chastity,
so don't you try to honey me
on a daft dark room hotel
then I' ll lose my honey key,
yes i know you far too well
sense the sweat peering trough
trough your lustrous gain
i am slowly hunting you
like Diana in great pain.
I won't sit alone and weep
or wave my arms to whip,
impress red stripes to keep
and sleep upon your lip.
I, wont be chained by lies
need to be laced with ties,
loved tender, bitten slow
if you want this love to grow..


Madrason 10 04 2010