I do as you say,
And do as I’m told
Obeying your every wish,
And you’re every command
Never complaining,
Or saying no
It’s pointless,
And to late
I’m used to it,
The pain
Your hands touching me,
Caressing every inch of my body
Then it begins,
Again…
Tying me up,
Hands and feet bound
Feeling,
Helpless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it a fantasy? Or reality?