my Master, my Puppeteer
By Ragdoll Ravyn
never will i stand up
my head lowered
my breathing faint
there is nothing
but despair
to come of this
you
slap me
you beat me
its your touch i miss
pull my
strings
make me dance
on your stage of bliss
i obey,
Master
whatever you say
submission is how i pay
control
me
im
hypnotized
believing this is heaven sent
my naivety leads to
lust i can't prevent
losing all control
led by your soul
i can never resist
make me bleed
make me crawl
you are my Puppeteer
hooked by your strings
pull me in
make me suffer
tied moving
at your will
woven within your web
baby you should know
i'm your puppet
spoiled and broken
you are my
Master
my love
you are my Puppeteer
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Copyright 2013 Ragdoll Ravyn
Published on Sunday, March 3, 2013.
Filed under: "Personal" and
"Graphic Art"
Author's Note:
My first poem, Thank you for reading.Comments on "my Master, my Puppeteer"
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On Tuesday, December 4, 2018, LittleMissScareAll
(34) wrote:
I love the submissiveness of it, yet the crave for touch that just isn't to punish, but for love.
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On Sunday, March 3, 2013, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...strings made of steel or iron, it seems. it's good subservient poetry...
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On Wednesday, March 13, 2013, Ragdoll Ravyn
(1) wrote:
thank you. was written for my Master.