You Will Be My Slave_(1)
Introduction:
Poem.
You’ll be my slave
Ill tie you up with ropes
And give you what you ave
You’ll feel me so much
Biting on your chest
Thrusting into your core
Tearing at your breast
Ill flip you to appease me
And enter your from there
I love your little plea
To take you in a form so rare
When I’m done with that ill flip you just because
And ill begin to kiss your “lips”
To give you that little buzz
As I enter your soft moth with a lick
I’m greeted by this constant torrent of juices
Which covers my toungue and decides to stick
Cumming and creaming, your lip just oozes
Now your tired I have got you thrice
Let’s flip you again to repeat it twice
You begin to shake
Your so nervous here
No need to ake
No need to fear
Ill rid you of your worry
Ill rid you of most pain
But this I won’t hurry
You’ll be mine again
You will be my toy
Your here to pleasure me
I don’t want you to be coy
Just get on your knee
