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Click hereI've found an inverse correlation
Between my body and my soul;
When I'm walking freely in the street
I'm playing someone else's role.
Every smile and wave and greeting
Practiced well past having meaning;
Only a puppet's even keening
So to them I'm normal seeming.
But when we're alone you bind me tight
The feel of my flesh is yours by right
And you claim it in your own sweet time
Trembling feeling transcending rhyme
You break me slowly on your fingers
And with the sharp crack of your crop
Sweep away all that lingers
Of that fake sweet street puppet me
Now I'm yours to mold and shape
Free as the clay in the sculptor's hand
To be whatever you command
A bitch. A slut. An eager cunt.
This is the me they'll never see
Because unbound I can't be free
And no matter what masks I wore
I'll always crave being your whore.
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and birds of a feather etc. TK U MLJ LV NV
Thank you for the insight.
I have been lucky enough to be told things much like this by some of the women I have known in my life. Such thoughts are very special and intimate.
Thank you for sharing.