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Owing the floor
The floor is owed such service by his whore:
It is a place to kneel when she must suck
Her master's cock and lick his balls and more;
It is a place to crouch when he's no truck
With all the nonsense that she spouts all day;
A place to drag her from, across his knee
A place where tears can fall, so she can say
Her sorrow is the place, where she will be
For him to take her from; and once he's used
Her well enough, indeed, he can return
The bitch back to her sorrows, rather bruised,:
She's rotten fruit and loves to let him burn
Fine marks upon her skin - And the disgrace
Of being floored means she's fit for this place.
It is a place to kneel when she must suck
Her master's cock and lick his balls and more;
It is a place to crouch when he's no truck
With all the nonsense that she spouts all day;
A place to drag her from, across his knee
A place where tears can fall, so she can say
Her sorrow is the place, where she will be
For him to take her from; and once he's used
Her well enough, indeed, he can return
The bitch back to her sorrows, rather bruised,:
She's rotten fruit and loves to let him burn
Fine marks upon her skin - And the disgrace
Of being floored means she's fit for this place.
Published 24th Sep 2015
| Edited 25th Sep 2015
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