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Burn Me Baby
I didn't want his love
only the brutal kiss of his whip
I was his bitch
his slave
his pet
and frankly I didn't mind being on my knees
he was never gentle
because he knew that was not what I wanted
instead he struck me with a passion
no one but I could understand
he wielded power
and was not afraid to burn it into my flesh
as long as I promised to dance for him
I loved the pain
he loved the sound of my screams
the way my body would arch and sway beneath
each stroke of his palm,his belt, his leather
I was addicted to the the torture
he was addicted to my innocence
he wanted to teach me
I wanted to learn
so I did what any lost soul would do
I got lost in dark pleasures...
only the brutal kiss of his whip
I was his bitch
his slave
his pet
and frankly I didn't mind being on my knees
he was never gentle
because he knew that was not what I wanted
instead he struck me with a passion
no one but I could understand
he wielded power
and was not afraid to burn it into my flesh
as long as I promised to dance for him
I loved the pain
he loved the sound of my screams
the way my body would arch and sway beneath
each stroke of his palm,his belt, his leather
I was addicted to the the torture
he was addicted to my innocence
he wanted to teach me
I wanted to learn
so I did what any lost soul would do
I got lost in dark pleasures...
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