Sunday, December 14, 2014


A pretty little plaything,
never questioning your will,

finally rebels,
gets a mark on her skin.

Compelled to lose control,
obey your every whim,

forced to feel ashamed,
tear falls from cheek to chin.

A pretty little plaything
once again surrenders,

do what you do best
and let the game begin.

© Anonymous92126

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