She sits and weeps once again
between shards of falling tears
knowing it's so very wrong
but to her it feels so right

She has become an advocate of rough ***
and she likes it, she likes it a lot
she loves beating men in more then one way
she is that ***** who went astray

She has erected a wooden post
just for her pleasures and pains
she loves to give it out
to her, this is no strain

Her bedroom is her torture chamber
pink rubber nun suits attire her walls
her lovers have a secret word
that when the pain gets too much, they do call

She has the heat on full, even in summer
she loves to make them sweat
and she beats them to an inch of their lives
that's a certainty, no need to bet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)