Slave Poem by Cassandra Nightshade

Slave



Whip me. Tease me. Do not please me.
Does it please you, then?
I need a strong master.
I need him like the nocturnal
need midnight.
I am a slave with a collar,
my leash dragging the ground.
Will you pick it up?
Shall I enjoy it
or not?
Does it please you, then?
Your approval is
my everything.

Friday, May 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 23 May 2014

Oh but why not get the enjoy the ritual also! Who said bowing down to another can't be exciting and fun!

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