Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.
YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
deepundergroundpoetry.com
The games we play
They may leave you in bliss
They may leave you in a state of trance
As i knock on your entrance
But more befitting is lass;
With a lasso in a tight knot round her neck
Then master whips your ass with rope's end.
And leaves a mark of quality
More like a brand.
So the games we play serve a purpose of ensuring wench knows her place.
And is not off whoring around to all and sundry.
As they ensure your well fed
and wont require no other.
They may leave you in a state of trance
As i knock on your entrance
But more befitting is lass;
With a lasso in a tight knot round her neck
Then master whips your ass with rope's end.
And leaves a mark of quality
More like a brand.
So the games we play serve a purpose of ensuring wench knows her place.
And is not off whoring around to all and sundry.
As they ensure your well fed
and wont require no other.
Published 20th Oct 2015
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 1087
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
