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After the Holly
She wonders at the flesh he'll cut from tits,
When he applies the holly to her breasts:
Will she regale in feeling pricked to bits?
Or will the scratches recall the caress
Of discipline? When he's used greater force
To mark her with the gusto she adores,
Or when the martinet. he's had recourse
To.slap her pussy hard: how like a whore's
Mentality, he might be heard to say;
Or was that just his voice inside her head?
And do the words, he utters, now replay
The metronomic whipping; when she's red
And raw from punishment? She wants to know
After the holly is there mistletoe?
When he applies the holly to her breasts:
Will she regale in feeling pricked to bits?
Or will the scratches recall the caress
Of discipline? When he's used greater force
To mark her with the gusto she adores,
Or when the martinet. he's had recourse
To.slap her pussy hard: how like a whore's
Mentality, he might be heard to say;
Or was that just his voice inside her head?
And do the words, he utters, now replay
The metronomic whipping; when she's red
And raw from punishment? She wants to know
After the holly is there mistletoe?
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