His lady was a night flower
she lured him into the
the darkness of the nights and stole his heart and controlled
his mind
he was just like a toy
and she pulled all his strings
whenever she needed to play her games of love
and when the mornings came she left him chained to a big iron bedstead until her hunger grew
he would wait untill he heard her voice then she would free him from his chains
to became her love slave
to serve her and feed her on wild strawberries and her favorate pink Champagne
he was orderd to call her Mistress Pink
untill such times as she might just tire of him and free him from his role
A very different poem for you all today, hope you will like it all comments appreciated thanks Rosie
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