Sub Troll
she wanders thru each room in search of Him..
she is ever the delicate little fem..
stopping in each doorway to slip to her knees..
oh she does it well with such submissive ease..
she looks about her thru smokey lashes..
showing her attributes off in pretty lil packages
a fingertip glides over flesh that is bare of collar
though the skin is indented thru the wearing of so many others
she flirts....she giggles...her laughter how merry
her voice turns husky...lusty ..beguiling you to tarry
she will be your sub...your slave .. your everything
as long as on that neck you place the golden collar ring
she will dance and skip about..modeling her finery
she will proudly proclaim you the master of her heart
that is until another causes her longing to start
afresh she begins the chase after discarding your gift
and thru the ashes of your pain you begin to sift
you see her more clearly now...and realize her haste..
she needed your collar...this much is true..
but only to cover the tawdry green ring around her petite lil throat
left there by the cheapness of the imitation golden hue..
upon which she so dearly loved to show off and gloat.
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