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On The Rise

Something is brewing inside.
I cannot find the words to describe.
It feels hotter than fire, colder than dry ice
I feel this is something therapy cannot suffice.

This is far too dangerous to be unleashed.
This craving, desire has all but ceased.
It stirs and smolders like molten metals
It arouses my senses, it opens my pettals.
I will soon be on the hunt, reverting to old ways
Back when the cries of helpless souls filled my days.

Who will she be, or will it be He?
I long to hear the voice of plee.
I will crush you, I will break you, you are nothing but a toy to me.
You look like a swine tethered and wrapped in twine.
I'm bound in heels and leather,
This journey is ours together.

Submit and do as your told,
You might get home to your loved ones to hold.
Cower before me, and dont dare cry,
You will only feed my hunger, then you might die.
Show me your fear and I will show you lust
Dont disobey me, or I will burn you and roll in your dust.
Written by Quinnzelle
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