- Erotic Poetry
- Surrender
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"Give me your will, said the Master. Only this keeps a slave such as you from disaster. Submit to me, make me your goal. This how a slave will feel whole." The woman says, "But submission is the color of night. Submission is the color of a given up fight. Submission is the color of a soul's last ending. Submission is the color of surrendering."
"Give me your faith, said the Master, you can not go wrong.
As a slave in my hands this is where you belong. I will lead, hurt and care, kneel to me if you dare." The woman said,
"But faith is the sound of the being blind. Faith is the sound of a captured mind. Faith is the sound of a soul's last ending. Faith is the sound of surrendering."
"If Master's pride you can not be, It's Owner's cruelty shall make It see. Because It won't release It's will, it is time to pay It's butcher's bill." It sees and cries, "Master's pride is the feeling of life. Master's pride is the feeling of ended strife. Master's pride is the feeling of a soul's last rending. Master's pride is the feeling of surrendering."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 7 years agoYou need to re-evalue your place in the poetic book of life and we might suggest you anti-Mame yourself first, cut off you genitalia as a submissive declaration if you think this master slave shit is so exciting. Give me a fugg'in break dance, now down on your knees and lick my pussy--- cat's ass.
