Monday, October 14, 2019

filth


Sometimes I dream about leather belts and sharp knives,
About pale skin and crying, begging eyes.
Sometimes I dream about long nails,
Gently scratching your neck, your face.
I smile to myself as I dream,
How I step on your hands and make you scream.
Sometimes I want to be your queen of pain,
I want to make you shake, naked, in shame.

Now, filth,
Do as I demand.
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