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The Game She Plays
She plays the victim very well
The role that he prefers
She doesn't seem to mind the hell
Ordered, she just defers
Yet when he ties the bonds too tight
She murmurs the safe word
He tells her that she has no right
That she's become absurd
He then relents, releases her
Finds mercy in his heart
She then reacts and calls him Sir
Still pleased to play the part
It's really just another role
Submission on demand
And she consents to take it whole
Without him life is bland.
The role that he prefers
She doesn't seem to mind the hell
Ordered, she just defers
Yet when he ties the bonds too tight
She murmurs the safe word
He tells her that she has no right
That she's become absurd
He then relents, releases her
Finds mercy in his heart
She then reacts and calls him Sir
Still pleased to play the part
It's really just another role
Submission on demand
And she consents to take it whole
Without him life is bland.
Published 26th Jul 2018
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26th Jul 2018 1:38am
It was such fun to be with you
On this a summer’s day
With Ninja cat & painter’s fumes
It always is the way.
We talk of life & how things rhyme
Comparing hopes & views
Till suddenly, run out of time
Must feed the inner muse.
Our little homes not far apart
Living as the crow flies
As with a friendship heart to heart
The ever stronger ties.
On this a summer’s day
With Ninja cat & painter’s fumes
It always is the way.
We talk of life & how things rhyme
Comparing hopes & views
Till suddenly, run out of time
Must feed the inner muse.
Our little homes not far apart
Living as the crow flies
As with a friendship heart to heart
The ever stronger ties.
26th Jul 2018 1:47am
A true honor, Jade. You catch the details of one of the L.A. days. we share perfectly.
26th Jul 2018 1:41am
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26th Jul 2018 10:50pm
I do try. So glad this one had some personal relevance for you. Thanks SweeOblivion!
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