Please Sir

Make it dirty, make it slow,
Keep the rhythm dark and low,
Grind and rub me all hot and wet,
Perfume my heat with lust and sweat.

Please Sir

Paradise is right at hand
And whip and cane and belt and hand,
Heaven is in your Dominant touch and taste,

I can try to struggle, try to escape,
Unlock the handcuffs, peel off the tape,
But I can’t get away from the chains of  your Dominant love,
Which is Soft as a feather,Tight as a glove.

With All my Submission

♥ Lt ♥

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