Bdsm

The freaks of fisher Close are at it again, laughing and saying im not gay, again

Tho I’ve been hearing the freaks say good luck again

Maybe they read my text and are just trying to drive me mad as usual
Or is it because of something you’ve done again?

1000s of them need to gather as  packs, such powerless cowards, drone attacks, with mad shocks of laughter, inflict pain to the soul that remains

Whatever the case, I love you, and that is a truth
Because you are you, and I don’t care what anyone says or if you’re good according to what their book says, I wouldn’t even care if you were a freak with them, I’m so in love with the pain you bring
…and anyone says you are somehow faulted will meet my own pain:)

And if you’d done something wrong, it’s forgiven, again

I’d rather be me than them, because I’ve done nothing wrong again

What happens to them when they die I hate to think of them
And their good luck mock, to goad me mad as them, for lacking power, they are left with no compassion

So I turn my thought back to you, and the fact, to love you is to forgive… everything

For the fact remains, you’re a domme, and I only just realised on meeting you, I’m into bdsm, and you’ve done nothing wrong, by this, our love, domme morrigan, again