The ropes are like a lovers embrace soft and loving they hold me tight
You toy with me,
And you know my body is yours
The ropes cut into my flesh;
Biting making me feel
As you stand over me
Your eyes devouring my body
Examining your handy work
. This is freedom
From the pain of life
You bring me to a new world
The world that haunts my dreams
Sweet serenity
I feel the kiss
Of the crop my lover
I moan as it kisses
My flesh stinging
I look up at you but your heart is gone
Some where far away with her
I whimper calling you to me
But im not her
I scream
And I hate you
For not loving me
For thinking of her when I give myself to you
I feel the gag and I swallow my spit
Tears falling
The ropes tighten and I cant breath….
Amateurs. "
The mother finally returns with a towel and she has cleaned herself up. Moments unwatched at the store
The ropes are like a lovers embrace soft and loving they hold me tight
You toy with me,
And you know my body is yours
The ropes cut into my flesh;
Biting making me feel
As you stand over me
Your eyes devouring my body
Examining your handy work
. This is freedom
From the pain of life
You bring me to a new world
The world that haunts my dreams
Sweet serenity
I feel the kiss
Of the crop my lover
I moan as it kisses
My flesh stinging
I look up at you but your heart is gone
Some where far away with her
I whimper calling you to me
But im not her
I scream
And I hate you
For not loving me
For thinking of her when I give myself to you
I feel the gag and I swallow my spit
Tears falling
The ropes tighten and I cant breath….
Amateurs. "
The mother finally returns with a towel and she has cleaned herself up. Moments unwatched at the store
The ropes are like a lovers embrace soft and loving they hold me tight
You toy with me,
And you know my body is yours
The ropes cut into my flesh;
Biting making me feel
As you stand over me
Your eyes devouring my body
Examining your handy work
. This is freedom
From the pain of life
You bring me to a new world
The world that haunts my dreams
Sweet serenity
I feel the kiss
Of the crop my lover
I moan as it kisses
My flesh stinging
I look up at you but your heart is gone
Some where far away with her
I whimper calling you to me
But im not her
I scream
And I hate you
For not loving me
For thinking of her when I give myself to you
I feel the gag and I swallow my spit
Tears falling
The ropes tighten and I cant breath….
Amateurs. "
The mother finally returns with a towel and she has cleaned herself up. Moments unwatched at the store
