Like a whip lashing my back,|
It helps to ease this trouble mind.
The pain is pleasure a fetish I treasure,
That's captured me in its twine.
The cuffs they keep me in my place,
Another slap across the face.
You spit on me, and keep me down,
But you show me something,
even though that something so profound.
My heart it races, nails run down my chest.
I moan in pleasure, as I feel both hand wrap around my neck.
It takes my breath away, for you to cause me pain.
It feels my heart with so much joy.
Its a fetish, my playful game.
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