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A dream...
I dream of her there kneeling,
I dream of her there begging,
I dream of her there pleading,
"oh master give me a beating",
I dream of her being real,
I dream of her being here,
I dream of her being obedient,
But a dream is a life away,
No matter where,
No matter what,
No matter why,
I just cant seem to find her,
But if I was,
I would make her cry,
And make her ask me why,
Before me I will judge her,
"Where have you been" she will wounder,
But most of all this will be true,
She shall be punished from not being here soon.
I dream of her there begging,
I dream of her there pleading,
"oh master give me a beating",
I dream of her being real,
I dream of her being here,
I dream of her being obedient,
But a dream is a life away,
No matter where,
No matter what,
No matter why,
I just cant seem to find her,
But if I was,
I would make her cry,
And make her ask me why,
Before me I will judge her,
"Where have you been" she will wounder,
But most of all this will be true,
She shall be punished from not being here soon.
Published 16th May 2013
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17th May 2013 9:49pm
while reading this poem, it gave me a clear image of hearing her moaning in the background, laying still in the black satin letting darkness consumes her. she is screaming inside and wanted it to stop, but she can't because it gives her a certain amount of pleasure she never felt before. then it starts beating her and there is blood and she can't help herself but to lick it because she is a slave now. anyway, it's just my vision, i supposse you do know that darkness is a metaphore.
