Dogs On Leash

Dogs On Leash

A Poem by Slow Leak
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Power dynamics take the lead

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Boo, I’m about to rip that belt right out

Your pants loops

Rip it out like a loose tooth

Slap it around your neck

Threading it through

The buckle

Pulling it tight

Leading you

Trachea and esophagus

Down my body to the bush

Resist, but there ain’t no stoppin this


I’m in control

Your on my leash

You can fight

But youre just a beast

And your mind is quick

But mine is quicker

Put this up your nose,

While I fill you up with liquor


The old control the young

Til one day the scales tip

Then I outran my master

And now I’m stepping on his neck

My fingers down your throat

Take my spit inside your mouth

Because your in my house, playing my game

My rules

Who’s the boss now?

Mama’s in control

© 2015 Slow Leak


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Added on December 9, 2015
Last Updated on December 9, 2015
Tags: control, leash, dogs, fetish, bdsm, drugs