My slave’s eyes are nothing like the sun
Roses are far more brighter than her lips of red
Her vows of submission never to be undone
Bowing silently with her arms wide spread
Her innocence taken no more wedding in white
Her ass is red from the smacks on her cheeks
The scent of her sex brings this master delight
Then her voice trembling she admits her transgression
I love to hear her speak, as she kneels in despair
She kneels ready, ready for her punishment session
Her tears are music a far more pleasing sound
I hold her in my arms, as a Master I do care
My slave she stands ready to be bound
And yet, by heaven, I think this submission is rare
As with any and all, no others compare.

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