CORRUPT MIND

colin

A prisoner inside,

It's no crime,

Dominate all the time,

Ownership your mine,

a sence of sublime

Leather is your bind,

Tied to the bed,

You'll be blind,

Except in your mind,

There's no escape,

See me in your mind,

Your fantacy,

Teasing your fancy,

With my finger tips,

Enter my fist,

You'll become wet,

I'll come inside,

Now a  69,

I'll ram from behind,

To be inside.

Colin Bradley

 

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