SirSTRYKER
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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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