Passion's Flame Author: SirWolfr1 © To view more of SirWolfr1's poetry visit A True Rose Used With Author's Permission |
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Raven
haired...lips so sweet; On Eagles wings she soars, above the peaks Some
would look and call her weak, Soft, demure, mild or meek. But I have That
fire is what I seek to claim. The raging soul that knows no shame The
Upon
that bended knee she gives to me Service, submission and femininity Her
For
she has found her submission sweet See the joy in her step as she walks
She
lives under collar, oar and crop. The bittersweet pleasures she would
And
return to that world that has no spice All vanilla...no fire, no ice And
Oh
what could be worse than to be a stray? Living...nay, dying...day by day?
To
live upon his beck and call To
take his pleasure, to take his pains, You
know the name you hold so dear Speak it now that we both may hear SirWolfr1
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