Depraved craving
Dragged out of a van, bundled inside a damp and smelly room, your Blindfold is pulled off you can't see past all the gloom
Shackled to a long chain, it reaches everywhere but the door, you look at your hooded captor, you're in a place you've never been before
You can hear birds singing, there's loads of woodland noise, your eyes get accustomed to the light, you're surrounded by loads of kinky toys
Now you seem a little intrigued is this a nightmare or a lovely dream, soon your back in reality, when tells you of his scheme
You will be his sex toy, he will use you just like one of his many slaves, he will take you when he wants to, you'll satisfy all the things he craves
He leads you into a large dark room, there's not a single sound, then you get used to the dark, there's girls all tied and bound
Then he finally says something he says from now on you're number eight, there's no escape from him so just accept your fate
Sitting there in the dark, you hear a alarm bell ring, you are safe at home, it was just a sexual nightmare thing
You're relieved but a little disappointed, you quite fancied being a abducted sex slave, one of many others, made to satisfy all that the captor craves
THE KINKY POET
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