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The plaything
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RandomGoth PM
Sexual in nature, not sure what made me write this.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Words: 153 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Published: 12-15-03 - id: 1472335
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Sitting, cold and alone
in the depths of the darkness
Half naked flesh against cold damp stone
I am your plaything
cold and alone

The bars of the cage
that keep me confined are burning my skin
I'm struggling against rage
as I shy from the bars
of the harsh metal cage

Why am I so angry at you
Why am I so enraged
When I asked you for this, no begged you
Cage me up, render me helpless
I remember now I asked you to.

Now that I'm here, cold and alone
I long for your presence
I hate this cold still stone
your plaything is lonely my lord
come and play I pray
I'm cold and alone
I'll do what you say
anything at all
I've lost track of the day
I want you my lord
I wont you so bad
So please come and play.
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