The Slave (Falling) by Steven Craig The Slave (Falling) Lash the chains around my wrists Make them tight Force me to follow you into the night Lash me to the stern oak tree For the whipping to begin You know my passion to please will win Hold me Protect me Catch me as I fall Whip me Savage me Catch me as I fall I’ve been a bad little girl All my life Never had the time I would not fight I’ve needed the humbling Of being caged Taught respect upon my knees And the riding crops rage Nothing holds me like your commanding words I never thought I would obey Without selfish regard Always passion makes me swell To have for once that sweetest hell Hold me Whip me Catch me as I fall Protect me Command me Please. Catch me as I fall I kneel naked before your hand Staining my feel to fix my stance I look with eyes that now can see I am your slave, helpless in my content This life I have desired to lead. This little girl will bend doubly To your will No moment will be forgotten The first moment I remember still The times I almost thought I could escape your will Now, I would not leave I never will Whip me Lash me Tie me Chain me Gag me Spread me Catch me as I fall Break me Use me Enjoy me Mark me Control me Hold me Please. Catch me as I fall. Others will never know my deepest need They will only touch their own selfish greed You make me a part of you Whole at last You command my life now What a blast! Own me Touch me Undress me Feed me Bathe me Stroke me Catch me as I fall Beat me cuff me Lash me In your chains Shave me Brand me Spank me Train me Demand of me Punish me The little girl needs that strong hand See me Tell me Make me stand Inspect me Mold me Shape me Catch me as I fall Untie me from the tree at the dawn Make me crawl and follow Across the lawn I will not allow you to see How content I am I remember the spanking at your hand Not in this lifetime Will I see you leave Oh God! Beat me Restrain me Whip me I have no place else to go Hold me Protect me I have fallen At your feet. 10/14/2007 Author's Note: It is a differnt kind of loving, this emotion that many men and women carry deep inside. Far too often, one realizes the depth, the other never will. To explain, to paint that scene, is the hardest moment of anyones life. WHen I was asked to explain the edges of love that has as much pain as any other type of relationship, just as much love, and still make it clear that it is not just a fantacy, but the real heart, is just a small contribution to those who are the slave. Posted on 10/14/2007 Copyright © 2024 Steven Craig Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)