Mistress Poem
Surrender, give yourself to me,
In my cage you won’t be free.
No tears and no time to grieve,
When I’m done, you won’t want to leave.
A sting for a moment, but tingle to last,
Tools of torture and toys are vast.
A burn, a tickle, a moan, a drip,
Sweet sensations that make you slip.
Further and further along we go,
When it will end only I will know.
Mistress by trade, but a lover at heart.
At night you’re mine, but at dawn we part.
