Please beg me
My fingers touch your hairAs you kneel downIn front of meObedient, tamed, fragileLike a lambWaiting for meFor inspectionFor discipline I wonder tomorrowIf people in your officeWill noticeThe bruise on your wristLeft by the ropeYour swollen lipsCaused by mySucking, biting, thrustingAnd your hoarse voiceFrom all theMoaning, screaming, whimperingTonight Am I too harsh?Is this too much for…
