(sung to the tune of My Favorite Things)
"black yoga pants and fragrant worn sneakers, tight fisted gloves and ribbed "boy-beaters, and that look in Her eye that says ... "i can, and thats why. now, don't get too close or i'll poke out your eye."
when the knife cuts ...
when the hand slaps ...
when She kicks my balls ...
i simply remember the way She beats me
and then how she makes me crawl.
i miss my Mistress ... :(
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