Once I was you leashed whore,
A meek, innocent angel,
Who always wanted more.

Now I am a seasoned mistress,
You are at my beck and call,
It is you under my touch who will feel distress.

I will not immediately satisfy your need,
You must beg of me,
You will grovel and plead.

Then I will tease you,
Kisses a breath away, and then gone.
My touches will be straying, and few.

I will make you moan for my fingers,
They will not stay,
They will flirt and linger,

Then abruptly fall away,
And no matter your whining,
They will stay that way.

I will snicker at your need, your blue eyes wide
And never will you know
The temptation to love you again that I hide.

 
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