Why be with you?

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Why be with you?

Look at what I'm wearing? Now, lick my shoe
Do as your told, like good whipping boys do
My title is Mistress, and I'll make you sore
You better do as I say or I'll even the score

Fuck you, your nothing, you piece of shit
You can suck my pussy and fucking like it
You're so pathetic, your not worth a fuck
I'm here to let you know, I control your cock

You want to talk to me? I won't let you make a sound
You want to touch me? You can't when your bound
You want to see me? You'll have to earn your sight
You want to feel me? feel my fangs while I bite.

I'll grip your nuts as I ride your fucking dick
Don't move at all or I'll squeeze your shit
When your mouth's taped no one will hear you screaming
Your just an addict of an addiction and it's me your fiening

Your not allowed to cum cause I control that too
Don't dare break my rules I'm not sure what I'll do
As I cum, you feel it drip down your shaft and sac
I put your face in my chest and take my nails down your back

Pressure builds inside you, you can't help but to explode
Pulsating within me I feel the power of your load
I grab you by the hair and slam your head into the bed
Have you forgotten what I told you, what it is I said?

I grab my cat Of nine tails, And embark on your beating
I take my blade to your throat until your slightly bleeding
I wipe the blood from your neck, off the wound I did inflict
I take the binds from your wrists and you make me suck your dick

Pushing my head down, over and over your deep in my throat
I gag and pull away, and then you grab me by my throat
You force me on my back as you throw me to the bed
Then you slam yourself inside me until we cum again

As I peak to orgasism, you grip my throat so tight
You choke me while I cum Oh my god, this feels right
When all is said and done and we can't take it anymore
I get up, I get dressed, and I walk out the door

Without looking back, I move forward, I move ahead
Why stay with you, when I can fuck you instead
I may like the control, but I like it taken too
And since I'm gonna fuck it might as well be you

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WordSlinger commented on Why be with you?

03-10-2009

:)

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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