Today one of my admirer wrote me an poem, is it not nice?
Thanks.
The touch of a lash weilded by you
Lets the beauty of my pain shine through
Honest emotions are allowed to be free
At only that point am i honestly me.
No false countance to hide behind
As my wrists behind my back you bind
A blindfold helps me truely to see
That you really want to be with me.
The chains you use with such measured care
Pulled tight to bruise, show me you care
The gag you threaten, to make me plea,
Helps me to reach that space in me.
I bite down on my gag in vain
I can still only scream out your name
I thank you for all that you can be
For in your eyes I am finally Me