I love you, silly domme

G – when was our love overturned, I your wannabe sub, you a domme in love

As the world detached itself from the world around us, became jealous,

Still, in my heart I sing, no response for me, but the sting of bitches-on-hate’s lust

Each grain of dirt held up as stars above us, and the moon outside somewhere lost

My pulse spreads out, in veins, hopes for your love, still yet my domme to come