~slave Training~ Poem by E Nigma

The echoes below
Are the moans of a saint
A slave to the sadist
Alone she is trained

How long she has dreamed
To be used in this way
Her whimpers the faintest
His pains what she craves

Lips moist with passion
Her tongues full of lust
Coiling to lash at him
He blows as she sucks

Her eyes tell the story
Fingers grip round her throat
A fixed gaze as she bathes
In streams flowing to coat

Her hot sticky mouth envelops
Every inch he has given
Satisfactions in her tears
His looks unforgiven