Its not you, Its ME;
she nod and says, "yes sire"..
I will be holding you,
you and your soul,
you at good and foul,
"i know sire"
And she continues,
goes on her knees,
eyes touching my feet,
"Sire, you give joy and peace"
I pet on her head,
hold her right shoulder,
and threw her down,
sigh on her face,
bitting her lips,
though shivers heart and legs!
A nice smack on ass,
and that sound gets repeated;
her eyes gets wet,
then I pull her up,
and give a hug!
Then I pull the hair,
She screams loud,
I say, "Learn my name!"
