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Fifty shades of Poetry

She’s all tied up

She’s feeling weak

She wants to be in pain

Her soft white panties

There to please

I rip their soft membrane

She’s no safe word

She has no clue

How much I might refrain

She moans at me

Entices me

I hit her with my cane

She purrs at me

In delight you see

She wants it once again

This time the whip

It hits her flesh

It’s driving her insane

I leave her there

Tied to the chair

I open my champagne

She wants to taste

She needs me now

I rattle on her chain

Her back now arched

Her skin so taught

The rope will take the strain

What happens next

You’ll never know

My secrets to remain


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