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my denim eyed instrustor

He sits in his chair....watching and waiting
Wants me to break.... as he's contemplating
"Tulips" is my word...its my way out
But I want him to take me.....true this,no doubt

His clamps,cuffs,gaggers and shockers galore
give me chills up my spine and make my drool pool the floor
he gave me a pet name I'm his kitten "cocoa"
Because with whipped cream and chocolate he never says no

My colonel,instructor, I would soon like to see
His kittens been naughty...wish he'd come punish me
I diddle to thoughts he puts in my mind
Of thumb Cuffs and chokers I wish that were mine

His kitten can't scratch through her black leather mittens
But if she could he'd fill her with venom
i'd believe that its all worth it there's something within him
From my instructor with eyes made of denim