Hiding in plain sight
People pass you in the street, ha ha Vanilla's have no clue, who you really are inside and the things you like to do
This dress is pretty long, they can see it swish and sway, but that don't know you're so sore, you couldn't put panties on today
You reach to grab a coffee, you give out a little moan, no one knows shoulders sore from being hung up high at home
On the train you're standing up, a Vanilla offers you his seat, you gratefully accept his offer, but you didn't need this treat
You gently lower yourself in his seat, the pain runs through your ass like sparks, you smile at the young man, he didn't know about the marks
The bruises you carry are fresh today, they sting, they ache, they throb, now you wished you'd done has commanded, it was such a simple job
Your pussy's got bite marks, your ass is black and blue, you're aching from a night of play and Vanilla people have no clue
Then you see her across the train, moving slowly, standing so upright, she's smiles at you gingerly, both hiding in plain sight
THE KINKY POET