the dominatrix
next door
is in her yard
tending to her
garden.
she's still
wearing her leather
thigh high boots
from the night
before,
and a bathrobe
that's seen better
days.
she sees you in
the window and waves.
so you yell
out, hey do my yard
when you're done
with yours, which
makes her smile
and say behave, don't
make me come
over there and whip
you with a belt,
which she really
means.
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You know you'd love it.
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