06-20-2011, 01:10 AM
Where does sexuality end and reality begin?
In the bullet train of lust, as we speed towards
our destination, how do we move on from this?
How do we leave the platform? Tie me up,
eat me out, degrade and punish me, piss on my face
and shit in my mouth, cover me in boot polish
and beat me with a homemade switch.
But I can't run my daily life with a chain around my neck.
When I promised to be your slave I meant until
my sac explodes. I can't exactly greet your folks
while wearing seatless leather chaps. Thus we
silently agree that those promises I made
were false. I guess I really am a bitch.
In the bullet train of lust, as we speed towards
our destination, how do we move on from this?
How do we leave the platform? Tie me up,
eat me out, degrade and punish me, piss on my face
and shit in my mouth, cover me in boot polish
and beat me with a homemade switch.
But I can't run my daily life with a chain around my neck.
When I promised to be your slave I meant until
my sac explodes. I can't exactly greet your folks
while wearing seatless leather chaps. Thus we
silently agree that those promises I made
were false. I guess I really am a bitch.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe