I pull you by your leash, across the floor,
your hopes are gone and your mouth is sore,
I tie you tightly to the dungeon door
and leave you alone begging for more.
I come back some time later,
your hair is wretched and your eyes sedated,
your nakedness shines against the dark walls,
and your screams are heard by no one at all.
Your heart is pounding when I approach closely,
your face turns right, left, oh so quickly,
the fact that you will not even look at me,
lets me know you are not going to be easy.
I lay you down on the wet brownstone floor,
pull your panties off and study you more,
I insert my fingers into your door,
electrifying you and making you not sure.
not sure if you love me or hate me and nothing in between,
the worlds are so far apart it seems,
but when I push your pink button to and fro,
your head rolls back, soaking in the afterglow.
I ask again and only one time again,
are you my sweet virgin, my keeper of sins,
you implore that you are indeed my whore,
you pull me close and tell me to fuck you more.