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the mask
taking the box down from the shelf,from which it safely sits
a necessary evil, in moments just like this
beneath the lid it beckons, me to set it free
my fingers slightly tremble, as i lift the lid to see
i peel back the paper, guarding it from view
hypnotized and taken by the glossy blackened hue
silently i clutch it, tightly to my breast
a whimpered sigh escaping, from within my heaving chest
tilted head so slightly, eyes closed so not to see
as greedy wanton fingers, pull the mask down over me
within skin tight confinement, my latex courage grows
and hidden in its blackness, a face that noone knows
i slip into stilleto heels, which i'm allowed to wear
and make my way stark naked down the iron winding stairs
each step i take i'm rated, by many pairs of eyes
my nips, my tits my pussy, my alabaster thighs
i stop upon the platform, turn slowly in the light
knowing in a minute i'll be auctioned off this night
unto the highest bidder, and when the gavel falls
i'll be a piece of pussy, to satiate his balls
dont get me wrong i love it, to be treated like a whore
to have my mane unraveled and be drug across the floor
but they won't get me cheaply, i'm an expensive piece you see
a lot of money will be spent to get inside my knees
the numbers flash in neon on the auction screen behind
the bidding is a frenzy as the total starts to climb
then suddenly it's over, as a voice one million bids
the gavel falls to silence, and in that moment i am His
amidst the calming silence, i peer into His eyes
just as his hand meanders to the fur between my thighs
a finger pushed inside me, to test the fit i bet
instead He finds a carnal bitch whos now extremely wet
quickly then we exit, back up the winding stairs
along a row of numbered doors, proprietary lairs
i give his junk a little squeeze, to bring his cock to size
and now i'm pumped to suck his dick and open up my thighs
swallow,spank or anal, an extended fuck and breed
cuffs,canes or bondage whatever is His need
i'm available for anything, no courage do i lack
as long as i am hidden, behind a blackened mask
a necessary evil, in moments just like this
beneath the lid it beckons, me to set it free
my fingers slightly tremble, as i lift the lid to see
i peel back the paper, guarding it from view
hypnotized and taken by the glossy blackened hue
silently i clutch it, tightly to my breast
a whimpered sigh escaping, from within my heaving chest
tilted head so slightly, eyes closed so not to see
as greedy wanton fingers, pull the mask down over me
within skin tight confinement, my latex courage grows
and hidden in its blackness, a face that noone knows
i slip into stilleto heels, which i'm allowed to wear
and make my way stark naked down the iron winding stairs
each step i take i'm rated, by many pairs of eyes
my nips, my tits my pussy, my alabaster thighs
i stop upon the platform, turn slowly in the light
knowing in a minute i'll be auctioned off this night
unto the highest bidder, and when the gavel falls
i'll be a piece of pussy, to satiate his balls
dont get me wrong i love it, to be treated like a whore
to have my mane unraveled and be drug across the floor
but they won't get me cheaply, i'm an expensive piece you see
a lot of money will be spent to get inside my knees
the numbers flash in neon on the auction screen behind
the bidding is a frenzy as the total starts to climb
then suddenly it's over, as a voice one million bids
the gavel falls to silence, and in that moment i am His
amidst the calming silence, i peer into His eyes
just as his hand meanders to the fur between my thighs
a finger pushed inside me, to test the fit i bet
instead He finds a carnal bitch whos now extremely wet
quickly then we exit, back up the winding stairs
along a row of numbered doors, proprietary lairs
i give his junk a little squeeze, to bring his cock to size
and now i'm pumped to suck his dick and open up my thighs
swallow,spank or anal, an extended fuck and breed
cuffs,canes or bondage whatever is His need
i'm available for anything, no courage do i lack
as long as i am hidden, behind a blackened mask
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