The Domme's Love - Destiny BabygirlLove

Raise your eyes, take me in
inhale as you see.
A collar circles, mine to own
what do you know of me?

I approach, your eyes dilate,
scent me on the air.
You ask me "please", my fingers tease
and knot within your hair.

Do not weep, tears may not fall
requirements are as rules.
Push the limit, another sting
I'll apply the tools.

This Goddess walks in constant truth
my lips speak your belief.
And if, perhaps, I deem it so
you may have some relief.

Show me your shame, a heart to heal
to punish is to love.
Pleasure, pain, our needs the same
fit as hand in iron glove.