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Your Harsh Passions
When, once upon a summer's day, my wrists
Were bound behind my back (ankles tied too) ,
I realised that I was fucked: you twist
Those evil thoughts that lurk in my mind, screw
Me with contagious cock, have me clean up
The mulchy mess, and conclude as you rise
To clip leash to my collar; I'll stay struck
By your harsh passions, slapped by sheer surprise
When lifted by the poolside, where you said
"Girl, you can swim in bliss - let swimming calm,"
And threw me in, despite bound limbs; I'm wed
To underwater struggles and the harm
You could have done to me, seeking delights
And terrors to drown, your helpless tool,
Until pulled out by leash and hair; such plights
Still make me come, sighing: "sir, you are cruel..."
Were bound behind my back (ankles tied too) ,
I realised that I was fucked: you twist
Those evil thoughts that lurk in my mind, screw
Me with contagious cock, have me clean up
The mulchy mess, and conclude as you rise
To clip leash to my collar; I'll stay struck
By your harsh passions, slapped by sheer surprise
When lifted by the poolside, where you said
"Girl, you can swim in bliss - let swimming calm,"
And threw me in, despite bound limbs; I'm wed
To underwater struggles and the harm
You could have done to me, seeking delights
And terrors to drown, your helpless tool,
Until pulled out by leash and hair; such plights
Still make me come, sighing: "sir, you are cruel..."
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