I am no one's master, Or ever wanna be. I am free, and you are free.
So take caution if you follow me. You are still on your own road, but still, I will give you a hand when I ascend, And I will call you over if you stray. But you don't have to fall with me. You chose your own way.
My heart wants to go in many directions Unable to choose a path to take Endless possibilities and personas Each piece of me wanting to separate I want to master each craft Yet be the jack of all trades But how can I, when I am born With mortal's time until decay Each passion in me burns so bright There is no obvious lit way I am unable to choose which path to pursue A confusing conflict that ensues each day My heart wants to explore each one But I am only born with one heart to play Can anyone understand this yearning And burdensome feeling I try to convey How spoiled am I to be burden with choices Picking one should be mere child's play Yet when I do I'm still not satisfied I want to do more to my dismay If I could, I would break my heart So each piece could have their way To fulfill their inner purpose To live how they were made
Master has a new *****. For years I've went from one diamond to another with no penny for my services. Dug holes and buried daffodils, Dug holes and buried daffodils. Carried by the spirit that shall give life to my children, Children to children's children. I've worked the way of a ***** and never let my master carry a *****. 'though time told too many stories of the previous slaves, I hoped mine was that of the history pages. The blood drips on my cold knees as I crawl the dark for a meal, She usually brings me something nice, Oh master what are we having tonight?
The master's table should be kept clean at all times, We don't want master eating dirt, alright? Master is late for her food tonight, It must be a busy night. She usually utters of her unwell businesses, I believe she is tired. I feel the chains on my feet being loose, Master won't like this one bit. The trees tell tales of the old berries, And those that bury often get buried by no one. Master smiles and tells me to run as she holds a gun counting to ten. I'd run a bit more faster but my feet are swollen and needs healing. As the trees come closer, darkness comes to sight and master smiles as she sends the new ***** to bury my corpse.
Hot pink between her hips, She’s sinking all his ships. Her finger slips Into her slit- Fun dip. And raises moon phases to her lips. Blows the atmosphere a kiss, Drinks the ocean in little sips. Gallons of salty tears at her fingertips. Woman yearning for the rip, Boy learning to make me drip. I’m hit. And I’m only begging for more. I adore the way you think you’re Using me.
There's an artistic sensuality to what she does luring with the eyes and capturing with the body, each motion a painters ****** on a master piece she is a master of her craft both artist and art. She will burn you to the core and bring forth your rebirth from the ashes, she is a phoenix she is a goddess, she is perfectly imperfect
I question wether heaven has gates and if the Devil is their master. If his fingertips has the power to leave me out of paradise. If he will turn me down for what my mind has made me do. Is there a reason they tell me to **** you Was there a reason for this madness, this chaos in my head. I think there is but will the Devil let me in?
the lack of emotional control taking the toll is there any magic quill to keep'em from spill? as the emotions not appreciated your value for sure is depriciated with all honesty is when you say all you get is pushed away
i try to keep check but always fail follow that very trail towards a deep dark hole sinking my whole another disaster! why the **** can't i master? the art of mastering the thoughts the way i master my body parts.....
Master Every time I’m asked To obey you I do ‘Cz obedience makes me Feel more & more pleasure In the games We play & the blindfold Sets in me Nervous expectations Of the sweet sparks Sending through my body When you birch me... ...Your Girl