Christine, Collared

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strap a collar round her neck,
gives me something to grab
if I'm in the mood for here or there...
so what if I make her mad?

strap a leash to that collar
and lead her where I wish.
whether dungeon, kitchen, bed,
she will be my favorite dish.

strap down her arms and legs,
so she's helpless and spread,
if I want to fill her holes,
there's nothing she can prevent.

strap a gag between those lips,
though I love to hear her scream,
help can't hear her troubles,
and she can't be freed.

or just leave on all her clothes,
and pull out my camera again,
it's not so much what I show,
but what I hide instead.

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2 Comments
bulltlrbulltlralmost 13 years ago
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if I'm in the mood for here or there...

I was begging to believe you were going to go with a Dr. Seuss bdsm theme.....

This was hard to read with all the odd breaks in each stanza

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellalmost 13 years ago
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Your meter is out on practically every stanza

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