My shiny metal handcuffs,
Have been sitting on the shelf.
The nipple clamps and whips and ties,
Don't really sell themselves.
I thought their time was over,
I was planning to get clean,
But then this book of Fifty Shades,
Came out and changed the scene...
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Poetry
PoetryRandom poems for the bored people who just want a good laugh or something to think about.