 | The room is dark, bodies entwine pain and passion live divine
For she had entered his royal domain and her body aches for what he calls by name.
She surrenders her spirit, body and soul. He is the master, her lord, he takes control. She is as a leaf without thought or aim; She falls into his tight embrace and she's never the same.
He will take her to worlds yet unclaimed, She will be taught, used and trained; to be called his PET when spoken by name... She knows the lust and passion within her soul and her body aches and withers under his control.
He will take her until he's won and will not stop until she sees no one, except her Lord, her Master her only One...
She is his pet to hold and play, he calls the tune and she will play.
The rage burns bright beneath her breasts and he will take her but deeper yet!
She is now his to own and to control and never again mistress of her soul...
Written by Alan H Goldsmith
Submitted by Alan H Goldsmith |  |
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