Stillness Within Me

Wed, 07/17/2013 - 20:45 -- Jayfox7

Stillness Within me

Stillness lives within me

Bodies, upon bodies

Seated on my face

A victim to this whorish game

The mark of my promiscuity

Imprinted for all eternity

To spite the stillness within me

Oh how I seek forgiveness!

But hands cease to clasp in prayer

I suffer, shackled upon the ground

Fated only to stay in balance

For the pleasurable bliss to thy master’s ass

By day, by night, by light I stay

Never free, never to run away

Stillness lives within me

From crowned jewels, to back aching stool

My face never the same

Bodies upon bodies

Seated upon my face

A victim to this whorish game

The mark of promiscuity

Imprinted in such scrutiny

 

 

In gold, silver, metal, wood and more

Yet no gratitude, tribute, accolades or praise

I sit here in torture for seasons, centuries caught in a daze

My breath…at…loss…Smothered…by…the…ass…shifting…ways…

Cursed by the stillness within me

Cursed to serve forevermore

 

 

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