#collars
Ever,if we meet under the canopy of coincident
Your collars shall be on the verge
To be plucked out by me
With the 'good-girl nails' plunged into your flesh
I promise,
I'll get the red in you,out,oozed
Soon will turn you Sapphire blue
Neither your counters
Nor roughness would chase that of mine
Now then you shall be Kisna's pigment
I shall embellish a Peacock's feather on your unkempt hair design
Your hair that you've nurtured in masculine style
Torn apart and your face wet in wild wine splashed back to conscious mind
A smile for witnessing you mad at me
But anyway vengeance was mine.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
Like the Beast with his collar
Is Man with his dollar.
The collar, you see, restrains the beast
In his pursuit of a fancier feast.
The dollar, then, restrains the man
From following after his self-centered plan.
Blue collars, white collars,
Dollars dripped in red.
Which collar, for you,
Will they place around your head?
Will you be led to believe that the collar you earn
Is solely based on the knowledge you learn?
Or will you discover that the number of dollars
Determines the number and color of collars?
It is good and well to aid mankind
Upon this noble trek;
But do it for the reasons of progress and love;
And not a collar squeezing your neck.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
for an blow job
after we understood him
we went
an
bought
an industrial strength vacuuming cleaner
now
we
know
where
the phrase
blue ***** comes from
he found out after he asked me
?
...
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
I'm in that mood
When I want a collar round my neck
Though I'll still be in control
Two bodies writhing, one bed.
I'm in that mood
When I shiver at my thoughts
And I prowl ever-restless
The house is freezing, I'm blazing hot.
I'm in that mood
When I'd beg for anything
And time is too slow
My eyes are open, I'm blind with need.
I'm in that mood
When shame is a foreign entity
And humiliation is impossible
Or perhaps exhilarating.
I'm in that mood
When I can't contain the desperation
And I'm far past coherent or sane
So very rushed yet patient.
I'm in that mood
Where I'd curse anyone who set me free
And my mind is an unending chant,
'Collar me, collar me.'
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC