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Bondage...
the fiend of pleasure,
the drive of pain...
the addiction forever;
that drives me insane.
The desire that makes me,
the cloud that has change..
a new founded sex type;
that makes me feel the same.
My weakness is a pin point,
i surrender to the mood;
i feel your breath on me..
like a whip in the herd.
I scream with excitement,
i shrill with glee..
i moan so spontaneous,
in ecstacy.
I experience the climax,
i endure the rush,
those cuffs hold me down..
when i feel i've had too much.
the fiend of pleasure,
the drive of pain...
the addiction forever;
that drives me insane.
The desire that makes me,
the cloud that has change..
a new founded sex type;
that makes me feel the same.
My weakness is a pin point,
i surrender to the mood;
i feel your breath on me..
like a whip in the herd.
I scream with excitement,
i shrill with glee..
i moan so spontaneous,
in ecstacy.
I experience the climax,
i endure the rush,
those cuffs hold me down..
when i feel i've had too much.
Literature
Bondage
Chains holding me down,
Grim Reaper throws me to the ground,
He refuses to give any relief,
I am his slave, his prisoner chief.
Bound by his desire,
Wish something could quench his fire,
He tells me to smile,
Itll be along while.
He jokes about letting me escape,
Then puts his icy hands all over, committing another rape.
He laughs when I try to fight,
Thrives off my fright.
Cruel evil bastard, just wait, someday,
The game will get switched youll pay.
Ill be released,
Your tyranny will cease.
No more will I be in your bondage,
I welcome you to a new age,
One where my rage reigns supreme
The years of my suff
Literature
BDSM
Pressed roses and carnations inside brown leather books
Write to me in black wet ink so your words may last
In restless ignorance I soon found myself, exhausted and shook
Bruises don't linger to my skin but old bones will always crack
It's a fresh kind of thrill to do just what you simply shouldn't
Who knows what suspends the ceiling with all that it lacks
No pillars, nor walls, and to imagine it, well, you couldn't
But this is it, hail on skin, and frost in lungs, then into the floor you smack
And the gale of the moment leads you in to a calming decent
So let's try and not let this wither away and lets never holdback
I'll listen to
Literature
Sex Object
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his
bondage...
This was kind of a joke. I don't know.
Crap.
This was kind of a joke. I don't know.
Crap.
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