I waste precious time



                 W_a_ i_ t_i_ n_ g

I feel like a robe
Hanging in your musty
Just hanging there wait’n to
Be worn when you feel in the mood to
Be wrapped in softness
Always warm when the need arises
But never used to fullest potential
Keeping it to yourself
As adornment
A kingly thought
Dappled in arrogance
  As so much glitter

I'm whored

Using me like some rag to wipe your spittle and
Cum stains away from your kink
Put that hanky away!  Damn it
        And just spill down your sorry azz
Stuff me back into the musty dark
Yea, I'll be there --wait'n
But I'll wana to play rough next time

And tie my sash around your neck



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