- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Subby's Ode to her Collar
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The gentle weight around my neck,
A constant reminder of my bond.
The light ting of metal on metal,
As my tag hits against the buckle,
Reminding me of my new name,
My new position:
SLUT.
A title I wear with both pride and humility.
As it was given me by my master,
And I love him dearly for it.
The tight grip of the leather,
Around my tender skin,
And the gentle pull of the leash,
As you guide me.
I'll never forget who I belong to,
As long as it pleases you to have me.
- COMMENTS
angelicminxabout 18 years ago...that had no votes? If it was, I remedied that for you. Decent poem, your emotion was clear. I'm no poet, so I can't give constructive feedback, but I liked it- isn't that all that matters? :D Love ya! ~Minx
