My Fifty Shades

My fifty, my fifty,
So broken inside
Mrs Robinson corrupted you
How could you let that slide?
She fucked and tortured you
Again and again
Is that why you have a taste for dominating women?

You hate to be touched in a number of places,
But I like to kiss your scars
And be fucked in various spaces
The Audi, your bedroom, your Red Room of Pain
Your kitchen, your games room it never feels the same.

I roll my eyes at you and your palm begins to twitch
You’ll want to spank me, but I’ll act like a bitch
If I bite my lip, you’ll want me here and now
You’ll fuck me anywhere
Even on the couch.

Mr Grey, Mr Grey, such an expert at trades
You’re mine, my everything,
My Fifty Shades