DESERT BYTCH by SIR STRYKER
Desert Bytch
Daddy's little cutie
Paints her toes
Too deep a shade red.
Satin pink
His favorite color panties
Make up, blush
He loves on your face.
Desert Bytch
Plays the game so cleaver
Many Doms
Have learned she is wise.
Beaten? Yes!
Although she'd not surrender.
She's twenty three,
going on ninenty nine.
Desert Bytch
Crossed paths with One much crueler.
Blow for blow
she had lost every round.
The story's told,
late at night and then in whispers,
When His bullwhip sounds
you can hear Him bark, “kneel down!”
SUBMITTED AND WRITTEN BY
SIR STRYKER 11/14/04
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