love slave

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    love slave

    A crack of the whip, and a jerk of my chain,
    what I call pleasure you'll call pain
    40 lashes great to begin
    its all just a wonderful sin
    leather belt or bamboo cane
    just swing it again and again
    bloody and bruised I have know fear
    It would take so much more to make me shed a tear
    Todays man such a wimp
    one good lash would make him limp
    So here's to what most would call a felony
    I salute you as foreplay......

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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