Submission

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The longing
for Submission,
to satisfy the
condition.

Send me straight
to Hell,
I'm so wunderba,
can't you tell.

You know all
my likes,
especially with
the Spikes.

Trying the Sofa
and down on
the Floor
so who's winning the War.

No-one in the lead,
or had a head start,
whilst pressed up
against a Shopping Cart.

Letting the Washing Machine
take you for a good spin,
now dear,
who'll give in.

Out with the
Whips and Chains,
afterwards I'll donate
your Remains

Is that a bright Light
or Halo I see above,
let go now
my Love.

Faster and away
we go,
did I just submit too soon,
OH NO.

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