Sonja Mason

(Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA)

(sad)ist - Poem by Sonja Mason

Love all you brought me was pain
now I am a (Sad)ist
it brings me joy to watch you pain
I want to touch you & watch you die slow
for you can't love me I know no love I
let it go You'll just please, on your knees, before I let you
leave & at ease yourself stomach first on the
bed enough said I got my cuff's & whips I hope
you got your tips slash 1, slash 2, slash 3, don't you feel like a slave
being beat on a tree
I'll tell you when I'm ready to cut your strings
but until then I'm in control you'll answer to
my every ring aren't you happy pleasing me
for don't you know...
I LhOaVtE you


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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