A torture chamber would be for me
The gift surpassing all gifts
A few I know I would ask with glee
If I could bestow on them my drifts
A few guts I'd have for garters
Pulling out some hair with skin
All this just for starters
Before I really begin
Each flaying of the knotted tails
Will bring me some satisfaction
Oh sweet sounds, to hear the wails
They just enhance my action
The stretching wheel awaits your call
I would lay you down so soft
Smiling small I would pull you tall
Your screams reaching the loft
With branding irons I would approach
Searing flesh right to the bone
Some more screaming this would coach
A strange echo? the ringing of a phone!
Waking from my dream so sweet
And picking up the horn
A chirpy voice my ears did greet
Spitefully I lashed out my torn
Back in the world of do's and don'ts
I go about my business
Grinning broad I hear the groans
when I tell them - DO THE DISHES!
©dutch2lips
April 26th, 2006
