i prefer: long walks on a bed of nails
casual lascerations of the flesh
whips and chains
making lemonade at midnight
and the occasional fluffer nutter fist

please, take my preferences and write a poem about how you could be this for me.
but remember, i eat teen angst poems for breakfast, regurgitate them around lunch, and will make you eat your words for dinner. Abuse me ladies and Gents. Take it to a whole new level.
there are no rules. Talk dirty to me.

p.s- if talk real dirty to me, i'll let you have a ride in the leather harness. oh yeah baby!
signed,
Your Teacher of the Dark Arts
Ms. Martha Stewart




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