- Erotic Poetry
- Oh slaves that sit, what is it?
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Oh slaves that sit, what is it?
that drives you to obey,
the sharp commands, the hard demands,
you never say no, nay.
The master's whip, the Domme's boot,
before them, do you kneel.
To service Him, to worship Her, pain and
pleasure, taught to feel.
Oh slaves that sit, what is it?
that makes you wish to serve.
Despite the stares, disaproving glares,
you play your part with verve.
while leashed you crawl, you never fall,
your collar shiny and black.
Some would see, and squeak with glee,
others would have a heart attack.
Oh slaves that sit, what is it?
that darkens your heart with shame?
You misbahave, rant and rave,
or worst of all, you came.
Thank god above, for discipline given with love
That helps to put you back on track.
No matter how many times, your step out of line,
Mistress nevers turn Her back.
Oh slaves that sit, what is it?
that fills your heart with joy?
Most cherished of the one you love?
You are their favorite toy.
Yet more than that, when up to bat,
you are who they'd save.
For at the base, nothing can erase.
you are Their much loved slave.
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