Come here slave Kneel before me Spread your thighs.
Its not the collar ,silks,or brand its not the bite of a chain Its the fire in your senses Darkness panting in your brain
I'll take you here and now you don't deserve a bed
I am not your Wife or your sister Not your mother or your friend I am the itch you cannot scratch i the rip you cannot mend
Leave that on .. You're always naked in my eyes
I am the hand around your throat. I am the thrill you long to feel I am the moment of your peak. I am the one who makes it real.
Lie down. open up. i am already in your head.
Fear me, hate me , Curse me . I am the one who makes you whole want me, need me,Crave me . I am the author of your soul.
Submit to me
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