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Correct me if I'm wrong

I can’t deny I feel compelled, to write this ode to you

You’ve opened up my eyes this week, I’m seeing things anew

I never thought I’d find a man who’d help me feel this way

You looked in to my eyes and knew just what you had to say

You taught me my first lesson,that *** was in the head

And it’s true that you seduced me before we ever reached the bed

You whispered words in to my ears, you looked and knew you’d won

You saw your words set me aflame and now I am undone

You said I didn’t tell you that I liked the pain so much

But perhaps I didn’t truly know until I felt your touch

So now I’m yours to discipline laid out for correction

Every second a torturous wait for that moment of correction

The moment that makes me cry out, that makes me understand

That I must pay with punishment, the sweet sting of your hand

I wonder sometimes what is wrong. Why do I need the pain?

Why is it that I feel the need to surrender to the cane?

But I won’t question anymore, get ideas above my station

I know now that your word is law and I’ll take my flagellation.

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Jun 13, 2012
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