Who am I?

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cupatea
cupatea
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When you spank me I’m suppose to care.

I’m supposed to treasure that you’re down there.

Yet when you spanked me I wondered why

Why didn’t I feel a tear in my eye?

When the paddle connected with my backside

I whimpered, I gasped. I cringed in side.

Yet not a tear left my eye

I was in wonder, I don’t wanna cry.

Begging you is the thing to do

Yet begging you wasn’t what I could do.

You never asked me

You just blinked your eyes

What I wanted you wouldn’t buy.

Black and blue is my backside.

Are you near or did you forget to say good-bye?

Cuddling isn’t something you like to do

Yet bending, bruising is exciting to you.

Do you care?

Are you lovin’ it?

I don’t know and that makes me sick…

Even a submissive born to thee,

Likes gentleness and caring after the fee.

I find myself distant in your eyes

I’m not sure what’s deep inside.

Yet on the drive to my lonely home

Tears collected, they found a home.

Of all the things that I wanted to be

Alone was never a choice for me.

Yet all my life it’s been the same

I’m distant, stubborn, difficult to tame.

I once told you as a reference point

I want too much
Am I too cold to touch?

Is it possible that I can’t give?

Is it possible I shouldn't live?

Is it possible that what I crave,

Isn’t something that can be saved?

Perhaps I was never met to belong to anyone

Perhaps I was met to just be alone?

I’m sure I’ll never know the truth

Yet what I am is my only proof.

So what happens next?

I wonder just what?

Am I too strong?

Am I too shy?

Will I be forgotten with the

blink of an eye?

cupatea
cupatea
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