Poem: Submission Is A Blessing
The chains and locks,
Collars and leashes restrain.
Lying on cold floor,
Begging for release.
A moment quick, breathing,
Just before
His lasting touch.
Eyes longing for it,
Waited and dreamed restless
For so so long.
A vulnerable flower,
Perfectly willing,
Penetrated in rhythmic motion.
Groans fill the dark room.
Nothing much,
It's only a good
Fuck.
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