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Just a man..
For I am just a man nothing special , but I do what I can.
I’m not a sinner or a saint, I just walk with the rest of the race .
I have a heart, and words to spare, caring ear and feelings to care.
I’m no prize. I’m just like the other guys, I just see with clear eyes.
The face that I see that sets before all , we are all just part of humanity
With all its goods and all its faults .
So don’t judge or be judged just remember we all are from the same cloth.
We just have different flavors…
Scott Baker..
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Spring time love:
Kissing your lips was like honey wine
Sweet and bitter at the same time
Your Devine being overwhelms me
As we kiss under the willow tree
I see the stars in your eyes as they glisten
With truths and little white lies
Leaping and playing in the grass
Lover leap to the future and from the past
A new beginning started to day as the embers
Started burning a fire a blaze .
Scott Baker
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Most are appalled at what I write
About daytime pleasures and midday flight
Touching your psyche with just one word
Off goes your mind flying Like a wild bird.
The truth be known ,I am not bad, I just speak of the things
That you have thought and never had
A lustful night ,passions and kinks
I’m the man behind the curtain that writes but will never speak .
A gruesome sight I am
a wounded beast a broken man
Crying out in agony but each verse put down lets me breath
I refuse to come out in the light
The night time shadows are my only delight.
Making love to you every night just pick up my pages
And read and feel what I write .
Scott baker
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Thy life in a though..
I think when I should feel .
I feel when I should listen .
I stumble before I walk .
I lust before I loved.
I flew before I touched the ground .
I hope I live before I die .
For I am a human male .
That makes mistakes before I learn to prosper
And with honor and respect may I grow and season well with age....
By Scott baker
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A waited touch.
A velvet touch with a gentle thrush
As he kisses her neck
A warming grasp as he hugs her at last
And pulls her hair to the side
A fleeting whisper
Love!
the lips lisper with a emotional pride
A glimmer of hope the fires she stokes
To keep her passions alive
A waited touch in which she has hungered so much has finely arrived .

1.

autumn breeze
Sing upon a morning branch
A sparrow at first glance
Whispering in the autumn leaves the
Song of the morning breeze
Cold and crisp at first light
Will bring one to a soaring height
Dripping with the new days dew
Another day fresh for you.
Scott Baker
2.

Brown thrasher
The brown thrasher falls silent with no song
A tear drips slowly upon the face, it’s lasted all day long
I fall from earth and in human disgrace
Guilty of feeling, caring and then whispering to their face
they hear the noise, but don’t make out the words
The actions are seen, but they’re just dying verbs
Cold and icy with frigid results I begun to realize
Its my own fault. to think that they would care about
a soul so bare, just one in a crowd, just standing there
Imagine seeing their eyes, the evil glares
Finding out the truth, why did I dare
The human race is selfish and really doesn’t care
Preaching with bigotry, two faced I see, the song is dead the bird fell
From the tree…
By Scott baker
3

Camelot
Dreams of Camelot are not here
Just lend me a open ear
To put one in high regard
Is a mind trick that is flawed
Lancelot with all his fight was just
A normal man at night
King Arthur was counseled by the wise
And broken by foolish pride
Merlin was great man too
But he even know when it was through
The magic so it seems was not to be cared
On the moons high beams.
A man is just a man and with egos aside
What makes one better is the woman that walks by his side.
Scott baker
4

The bloody kiss
Ripping at the tribal thread
From the group a outcast is born
Hanging on a chain link fence craving the
Vampirisms I seek
With two marks dripping of sin
I found a satisfaction, peace within
Feeding on my lonely soul
She gave me life but made me cold
Ripping skin a jagged edge
As I lay within her bed
A lusting feeling in my head
Being drained left for dead
My days are black with no light
With her I plunder giving me warmth
That feels right
With walls of cloth sleeping in the cage
Nine inch nails fastens my rage
With eternity to grow and a bloody thirst
I pray that I will quench her thirst
Falling upon a wooden stake
Hoping our love will never be forsake
Scott Baker
5
Broken hearted.
I was a waken by a breaking heart .
were all is black
To thick for the light to part.
Finding my love having a soul to share.
Was the greatest adventure that two could share.
Finding her gone .
not any were.
Reaching for reasons ,warmth, a mind an person to share.
Finding her body, her heart so grand.
Loving the lady with every thread.
Sowing my heart up tying to see out of this fuck
Up head.
Needing her gentile , finding instead.
Cold responses to which I have just said
Slicing my wrist .feeling so dead .
I said I loved you, and you said it was all in my head
The cold response as you dream of others in our bed
Not wanting to give up , a miscast I grow instead.
Finding all the compromises growing.
becoming a Dom Just in my head.
Crawling on broken glass words still fresh in my head.
I love you but are not in love with you .
keeps playing in my Head .
Reaching out to avoid in space finding it hard to keep a smile on thy face.
Holding the tears back every day .
needing the warmth as she pushes away.
I a wake to hells flogging every day.
The lashes don’t welt and the broses don’t show
Crucifying my mind ,my heart , my soul
Wishing for a saver to come to my add
To have her grow closer to keep her from pushing away.
By Scott baker
6
Claustrophobic
Gasping for air in this cluttered space
Claustrophobia in this chaotic place
People rushing all about with self filled egos
There’s no doubt they’re being worshiped like kings and queens
With tight leathers laying between whipping words and flogging dreams
On the outside is were I stand, not in between
Finding my place within a group, hearing the clicking, a faint but steady chirp
Trying my best to stand next to her as you all keep kicking me to the curb
Standing up, throw me every test, looking thru them at my very best
With a narrow mind that likes to control, for I am a Dom didn’t you know
I answer to Me and to no one else, for my life’s journey is my ultimate test
Since I am not a part, I will make my own and give you these words in this stone
The scene is what we make it, my side is light and yours is so heavy, one more ego just might break it
I know my faults and my ways, I don’t need them to say
If you can’t except my best, stand in line behind the rest
I will not shake or shudder, your not my god or the other
Talking behind my back is verbal disruption, its not a personal attack
I am here until my dying time, your just a thought in this little rhyme
For I as a Dom can be shallow too, the group is not a ocean its just a kiddies wading pool
I don’t walk on water not even at my best, neither do you or the rest …
By Scott baker

7.
magical desire:
A great magical desire
lashes on to your skin
So wonderfully tasteful
As you feel it from within
To touch those cuffs within your reach
stretched upon a cross were leather and wood meet
To kiss those clouds you have always adored
And play with you for plenty more
A feeling overtakes you
Craving still fill your heart from there skill
So beautifully leather and lace
the pain is joy filling your face
To love the times you spend with them
And pray those wishes will come true
To hold those cuffs that grasps your soul
a magical desire of the submissive they hold.
By Scott baker
 8
Discarded…and out!
Pulling my self off of another’s shoe
Tattered worn and black and blue
On the outside and with nothing with in
Watch others grow with helping hands and her smiles over flow!
Being on the outside with bruised ego and battered pride
For once I really cared and watch her being circled was more then a scare
Being left out with grins and stares I mention my problems
And I get a empty glare.
To have a heart is a crime when all will not give you the time.
Discarded and criticized the daily news and me the head line
So I will shuffle the shadows and make my way
No need to raise my head just to be kept away
I will stand on the outs and watch .
picking up the emotional scrapes
With verbal lashings upon my back ..
Wishing for a hand jetting out form the pitch black
To offer a way up and out .
Scott baker
9
Dreaming
Searching for a loving touch
Silky passion I missed so much
Dreaming of the souls that meet
To walk upon a moon light beach
Wishing for a kiss so fare
Fresh and crisp like the winters air
Heated like two candle lights
With harts beating throw out the night
Waking with the morning sun
Making me feel like I’m twenty one
I hope and dream that thing come true
I don’t want to speed my life searching for you
One hour missed is way to long
I opened my eyes and poof you were gone.
Scott baker 
10
enchantment a symbol
Roses in bloom with leather stems
Blood red passion upon every limb
With thorns of joy consoles from within
The chains of serving , the bond to them
The floral enchantment a symbol of their life
the thorns of consequences as they learn from strife
The sweet aroma ,the pain it forsakes
As They both step upon heavens gate
Scott baker
Witches path
Walking alone on a witches path
I stumbles on a white mass
Roses around the fire
The smell of sage is growing higher
Whispering chants so I took a peek
Just to see there lover meet
Upon the grass wicked and bare
They weaved there spells in the fresh air
I turned around just to see one of the witches
Coming for me
With open arm she aroused as I felt my love for her grow.
Scott baker
Witches birth
White and black one on her back laying on a stone so cold
Mystic sings with Celtic rhymes with moonlight shining below
Firelight that glows warm and bright soothing her soul
Coming of age so she can engage the only spell she knows
The bride that’s right with the covens might will help her grow
With spoken lines and ivy vines she prays with all her soul
For seeing the light the witches birth tonight as the group grows
Tranquil being is all she seeks as the circle begins to meet
A prayer answered at the hour now she is a enchanted flower.
Scott Baker
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A Fleeting Kiss
Gentle kisses ,tender touch !
Was it a dream untouched?
Fleeting grasp passing in time
A faded memory or a illusion in time?
Tangled bodies with a one sided glow.
One will lose as the other goes.
A midnight flight with fantail crash
She left me there with out batting an eyelash.
A heavy heart ripped apart.
but our thoughts could not be further apart.
Each questing for a life’s dream
Going in different directions so it seems
She wanted a tender moment a piece of time
A lustful night to break the daily grind.
He wanted love a firm hold but found himself standing
In the frigid cold….
By Scott lee baker…
Questing for the afterglow:
Longing for the time to pass.
Wishing the light would last.
Searching for what makes Me whole.
With exploration of one’s soul.
Spicing up the sense of pain.
To see if I am human or just insane.
Opening my mind to all, to see how far before I fall.
Knowing that there’s no ropes.
Just the chains that can not be broke.
Exploring each and every link, as mind and body begin to sync.
Floating in my own space, tunnel vision upon My face.
Thrashing each and every wave with floggers ,whips, and sharp blades .
Pricking My self to see the blood, as they use the vampires gloves.
Flying upon wings of grace, above the clouds forgetting the human race.
Scott baker
12
Day dreams.
I found myself in waking dreams .
Holding you in seamless themes.
Walking upon the sandy beach
As the surf reaches our bare feet.
Kissing you in the park where others
Can’t keep apart.
Flying in the midnight sky
knowing that I was the only guy.
Holding you close to me
Under our special tree.
Carving out the words of love
And watching our tree begin to bud.
Looking at you from a distance
Hoping that I had crush resistance.
Shaking my head one, two ,three
As the reality comes back to me.
A simple boy with a crush
Heaven help us men
All of us!
Scott baker
Illusions of the temporal cortex
cluttering up My mind.
overbearing feeling losing track of time.
ropes, cuffs or tied with flowering vines.
baring your soft skin upon the cross in My mind
with roses and lace in a flowering moment of time
with the leather in limbo in mid stoke hanging with this rhyme
the thrashing upon your back the welts and pleasure it leaves every time
the floating in to subspace you in yours, Me in mine.
blocking out the world chained to a moment in time
the baring of both souls .trust, loyalty and honor upon the cuffs
inscribed…
Scott baker
13
In limbo :
Staring down the road at night I shack and shiver
With self fright.
Alone with tunnel vision it’s the middle of the night.
I lessen but there’s not a sound just my foot steps hitting the ground
I strain my eyes tiring to see, but there is noting looking at me,
The chill is deep no warmth to be found just the voices in my head
Are the only ones wanting me around.
In limbo so it seems me and the black top and a human need..
Scott baker
Litmus paper
Litmus paper blotting out the scribbled marks
Of past thought that one has brought before me.
Flaking away the pulped lined epidermis in which we write
Upon .
Not being able to read the words truly thought under the
Correction of the pigment in which it is hidden .
So I turned it over page by page and rubbed upon them with
Wisdom and age , to see the mind to whom my thoughts were engaged
The love letters hiding upon the lines of the corrected
thoughts from another’s mind.
Hiding upon the pages in hand the thought hidden that don’t stand
Beneath the milky white the letters hide to be keep from sight.
After the pen ride.
By Scott baker
14
IN THE SHADOWS IN WHICH I STAND.
With time and tears and twisted feeling the darkness rolls over me
Watching the one I love push her self to others and leaving me in the shadows , the words on her lips tell me it’s safe and okay and that she is still mine but my heart and mind rush and I will never know
The trust and self belief are my only tools and my friend the paper on which I drew
Dying inside to see the way is it all right or will she leave some day ?
With a rumbling heart that skips a beat I know she will go and they will meet.
Not knowing the way upon her hours of play am I her fading memories
Or will our love grow and stay
Scott baker

To the countess
The stake plunges in my heart every hour we’re apart
Sleeping in my silent tomb, the scent of your sweet perfume
Longing for the nightly touch as the moonlight begins to brush
Counting hours till we awake, even though I’m damned, you bring me to heavens gate
Scott Baker
15
The hangman’s noose
Gray and cold from one so bold
With thirteen knots hanging upon the same spot
Twisting and blowing in the wind
For one mans treasure was the others sin
With rotting flesh out on the limb
Finding their way after looking at him
Cultures apart with different laws
Finding understanding as the rope falls
To late for the corpse, a man with no name
Jealousy ruled the night, and hung him that day
With kisses on the cheek and a plot of ground
The lovers were lost when they cut him down
The rage of one for skin so sweet left the other cold
Rotting and beat, just dangling meat
Their time was swift and will be no more
The reason stands on the other side of that coffin door
Planting his memory with nine inch nails
His crops in the ground and her body in hell
A night of passion lead to this just from the ecstasy
Of a lovers kiss with tears so cold and a tightened fist
She ran off and slit the other mans wrist
Now there is two in the ground
hell had no fury like a women Bound
With love lost, and jealousy, the three will be no more
As she stands alone, lost in silent rage..
By Scott baker
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Irish quak
The trade winds blow anew
What was familiar is now new
Tripping in from the night before
I found peace ,what its me on the floor
I did not have to use my might ,angels
Guided me to the light.
If I suffered I don’t know
I’m just sad for the ones below
I have raised my head so high
Please wipe the tear from your eye’s
Feeling bad has no class shout with cheer
And raise a glass
For I’m in a better place
Its all of you who have to live with the human race
I have my rye with saint peter
Be happy for me nothing could be neater!
Scott baker

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Keep strong:
Wounded but not stopped.
Cut but not dropped .
Strong to the end when you lean on your friends.
The trials of life suck without a doubt.
Its all in how we take them and turn them about.
Making us stronger even if we don’t see it today
Building character as we go our own ways.
Scott baker
Little things
A simple little thing like this
A good morning !
A kiss on the lips!
Can make the whole day so much better
We you’re apart and can’t be together!
Scott Baker
Magic
Oils, lotions, and potions
Where the ladies touches
Wiping of their brooms with elegant thrushes.
Casting spells with black cats and dragon’s tails.
Four by four they chant to the mystical realms.
Dancing in the open meadows.
Sowing love words for a fellow.
Tempting one with such rhymes
To keep his soul for all times.
Scott baker
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Masterpiece:
An artist without a masterpiece
A canvas with out paint
A life with out writing
The paper a clean slate
A thought with out a home
A heart with nothing to share
The eyes just seeing if anyone really cares
A void with no light, no rainbow to see
The rain is sickening, drenching me
The grays are brilliant, the black I see
But no color around, there’s just me
A sketch in my mind that only I can see
A need, a thought, clear to just me
Not knowing the way, not seeing the trail.
It makes my mind wonder if I am in hell
Flustered with emotion and with running time
Trying to paint you
but cant get you out of my mind
I cant match the beauty of the masterpiece I seek
The canvas has color but you are the peek
Expressing myself I just can’t do, showing the emotions
As I hold you
I can’t create the image that is so perfect and true I just
Thank the gods that I have you .
By Scott baker
19
THE LUPus FOOL….
Dieing inside the fool I be with self sustained torture the mistake the shadow of the creature the fool, me!
My humorous life the joke I played on me .
The giggles and laughs upon whispering tones
My emotional savior with pity , she saved for I THE FOOL WHOM TO FAR HAD STRAYED
The hand in the snare tight it clinches upon a summers or a winters day
Leaving me with paws and a deep wound to lick
She gave a lupus fool a bone a beggars kiss,
A scrap for the fool that played the dog
For I was sniffing around tile I hit that snare with all eyes upon me giving me a stare
upon a full moon she took me back
Trying to train and strapping my back
With welts upon the skin so deep I hunger with in for her love and the tastes the lack for she will not trust me again,
Scott baker
R.I.P. cupid
I found cupid dead tonight
A arrow pierced his heart all right
A empty quiver and a strung bow
A body bleeding red were the killer is who knows
I found cupid dead tonight
His skin was cold his face a fright
Foot print to a note at his right
All it said is my lovers left there’s no flight tonight
I found cupid dead tonight
I was his last stop with no lover in sight.
Scott baker
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melancholy
Dripping rain upon the glass, wondering how long it will last
Gray light begins to dim as the night starts to roll in
By myself with liquid skies and a tear in my eye
Dreaming of things that did not last
I felt my heart was made of broken glass
Seeing my lover walking in the rain, causing
me a growing pain .
And in places where we would meet
Tasting life’s bitters is not a treat
Seeing shadows of you in the dark
Hoping the night will disembark
For hell has a hold of my heart.
Scott baker
One if by land two if by sea
Communication was the key
Put a candle in the window if your thinking of me
Warming my heart from the distance.
I said I would do the same and I meant it.
For I will be home in time, and our light can combine
Scott baker
21
social screw
Looking for a answer in a twisted
Room
Tunnel vision blocking the view
environmental dramatics with social screw
Filling my head as I look for you
The embers are stoked and the fire now grows
The passion in my heart will begin to over flow
Clearing my sight
Filling so deep, hopping , praying .
Taking the lovers leap
Life is worth living with you next to me
Wishing it will Evan live throw are
Eternality.
For with me next to you my heart is snug
Plugging the holes. no more loosing my blood.
Blocking out the word of others, the social screw!
Fallowing my heart and finding true love and a bonus is
You!
Scott Baker
22
Passion in her eyes
See the burning passion in her eyes
Wild and free like the sun rise.
Seeing the twinkle in her eyes
The growing assurance with the moon rise.
Holding her face in my hand smooth and silky
Warm like the beaches sand .
Chasing the rainbows across all the lands
Just to place a ring upon her hand.
For nothing I give can compare to the
Growing love I see their.
Blessed to all that’s free she keeps coming back to me.
Scott Baker

She stands in stone
A stone wall in which she protects ,hiding the heart in which she has kept
From her love , her thoughts are upon a rack
A tough shell ,a bullet proof vest .
The silent thoughts in which she will never speak
Only a empty love in which she feels so deep
Only part one of the play, for her love will never go a stray
Love at half mast, her lover will never heal the past.
Glass hearts will never break if there kept from loves emotional quake.
By Scott Baker

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Reflections and thanks!
With the night I roll back into thought
Wondering if life has brought me to a ending of the light
Looking up at the stars and thinking about the good and the bad
Reflecting on the small revelations that I have seen along the way
Counting the people that I have meet and the one that I have spent so much time with
I have made my mistakes and I have my triumphs but the only thing I regret is that my time is to short with her..
I like the friends that I have meet along the way and sorry I did not keep up with the old ones
And thank all that have excepted me and worked with me thru my life’s trials
Scott baker
Return to sender
I set a valentine to my self
To get it stamped by the Loveland post
A box of sweets still unwrapped
My wallets bare, my soul is tapped
Candied tears and a glass of wine
Just to try unwind
Candle light with one long night
Just setting here by my self tonight
Seeing lovers on the street ,under the moon light
Oh what a treat
Lacking my valentines its just me and my wine.
Scott baker

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The dance:
A friend I am with a divining word
A command and a task that should be heard
An order, a thought with a growing respect
A trust, a plot with a playful threat
A reprimand when out of rhyme
A ruler, a crown to which you will shine
I am your complement and you are mine
As long as we do not get out of time
The worlds are different but intertwined
By Scott baker
Worn eyes:
Like dried leaves my hands are feeling the years.
No tears left in the crying jar from lost hopes and lost fears.
Becoming complacent with time and the years.
Growing numb with my words falling upon deaf ears!
The knowledge is mine but I play dumb at the game.
To keep them at a hum! Or is it just to drive me insane?
Seeing the past I hope it will not repeat my heart is tattered. worn and beat.
Looking into there eyes the gleam is gone.
There is not sex appeal just a old worn out song.
So as my back tweaks and I slouch over.
I will be the dirty old man but just a day older.
By Scott baker
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Upon the cross:
Eyes wide shut, looking into the darkness with anticipations for the first touch,
Or lash of the toy in which She chooses, my senses on high
Blocking out the sounds around me, giving up my body and soul to the one I love
With an electric thrash upon my skin, all nerve endings flash with excitement, as my mind repents for past discretions as I offer myself to Her, wishing every lash is harder to strip away the sins of my doing. making me find a lusting hunger for Her strength and an excitement for the next lash upon me
Giving myself to Her in all ways, knowing it will never be enough to cleanse me and to make Her feel whole again,,
Knowing as She takes me down from the cross I yearn to stay upon it and wishing She would keep me there for Her frustration and pleasures .
For my penance is to serve Her with thy skin, blood and sweat .
Scott baker

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vampires kiss
Twisting in the moon light
A lycan fights with blood and might
Suffering from a vampires kiss he
Finds her lips with loving bliss
Chained to a moonlight desires
Two souls coven the midnight fires
Indulging in a animal passion
The blood they crave takes them higher
Lovers with a solo twist she grabs him by the wrist
Pulling close with all their might
Tantric love was theirs that night
Silver bullets and wooded stakes
This night was not a mistake .
Scott baker

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The cage..
With light dimming and heart stretched out. she with no strength or voice to shout
With a tearing eye and grasping fist I hurt her deeply .
with a sin and a kiss.
With remorse and a fatal mistake I turned to a another instead of talking to her face
With this sin she grew anew she had me come back but she had changed and grew
Not trusting me to fill her needs she looks else were for the support she needs
And in my twisted thoughts I hoped we will grow and not apart
For I can know longer be a hole part of her life she looks for sanctuary
To keep her well being apart.
With mistrust she only speaks parts of her day and less of her thoughts
For this is the cage in which I drew I am still lost in her if she only new
But pleading and crying and feeling blue just makes the cage more real
And hope the chill.

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The phantom
Hiding behind a mask of despair
Breathing cold dark moist air
A symphony of love lost
Which only I can hear
Ivory keys in which I touch
A riff upon a lovers thrust
Blinded by my deformities
An outcast that they fear
The beauty in which the others will not see
Underneath my skin it shall be
Looking in the broken mirrors
Upon my organs veneer
by candle light I do play
A red rose to give her some day!
Scott baker

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Tell we meet again !
Dark bodies in the morning light
With dreams of what happened on the previous night
Soft whispers with twilights first glimpse
Fluttering souls, a good morning and the first kiss
Bodies intertwining in a void of time
A vacuum from reality ,his earth and her mind
A joyful union too brief and fast rhyme.
Knowing you have to part is a bitter sweet crime
Heat of passion a glance of love
Heated the moment with the sun
A sweet tear from their joy a burning hunger for the next time
When they meet in the morning twilight
For each hour you’re a way the hunger inside grows and never goes away
Each minute is way to long and humans can not use words to describe our song
It is to vast and let the love be strong an infinite universe
All day and all night long..
By Scott Baker
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The proposal
Damp and cold am I
Cloudy is the morning sky
I see a weeping willow cry
As the thunder storm roles by
Crisp is the morning grass
Roses bloom as I pass
I raised a eye as I walk
I seen two lovers talk
He is Whispering in her ears
She broke down and shed a tear
Holding a box and her hand
He asked her if he could take her hand
Scott Baker
The Domme….
One word, one whisper, one crop.
She demand’s that you stop ,listen and drop.
For Her will is your desire with a mental twist
It stokes the fire and chains your wrists.
Feeling the intensive thrash of each celebrated lash.
The textures upon the skin makes them dream of pleasures and think of sin
With Her dress She demands respect, and obedience is what they show back.
With treatment being loving and harsh, She will train you and treat you good from the start
For She is your Domme are you ready to begin?
Scott baker

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To the countess
The stake plunges in my heart every hour we’re apart
Sleeping in my silent tomb, the scent of your sweet perfume
Longing for the nightly touch as the moonlight begins to brush
Counting hours till we awake, even though I’m damned, you bring me to heavens gate
Scott Baker
The count.
With wings of black I do fly
Craving the blood in which you thrive
Tasting your love so sweet , As I bite into your meat.
Holding you close in my arms, making you fall for my nightly charms
With the midnight’s sun I will tie up your tongue
Knowing me as a breeze, ruffling your skirt Just to please
No death for us tonight, this is just your second bite
Unholy I might be, but this night is for you and me
Scott Baker

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Purgatory .
Walking in a gray winter night
Hungary for love , desperate in my flight
My soul tattered and warn
My head hangs low.
not to see the eyes
Of others laughing at me in there cruel glow
I Failed in love and life .
Wishing for a rope to end this strife
Bitter at my self .
with her gone.
She’s with some one else.
Wishing my feeling she could feel as her own.
Finding only my self hear by the phone needing to
Conveying my feelings but her heart is long gone.
I wonder if she Evan herd a word that I had to say?
Killing me in inch day by day.
As she go’s to find another for play
did she ever care what I felt any way?
The respect I was shown in front of others that night
left cuts and welts upon me the eternal bleeding this day.
As she walked away with other for play
Was I just one more notch on her belt or just something to fill the day?
Her pleasure is to give me a verbal belt.
Keeping me holding on to see if I felt ?
will I bust ? and give up ?
just how long?
As she kisses the other and praises his song.
I’m standing in the street cold frozen to the bone
Winter in June.
Lost .
No heart to give a home
No more then trash on the streets are the words in written
Beneath my feet.
Finding my hell is in life
Making death sound so sweet
My heart is in purgatory
Lost my will .
looking throw my pockets finding a bitter jagged
Pill .
A love note miss placed to a person to who I disgust
As she bares her body to others in trust
Scott baker
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| Age: 21 |
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