Black Poetry : Hypnotic Suggestion

Bishop

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When I look into your eyes, I'm spellbound by your gaze,
My dear Qween I can't get you out of my mind, I'm lost in a daze.
What are you doing to me and why can't I resist?
Why am I so compelled to give you a passionate kiss.
Your every wish shall be my every command,
tell me what you desire, tell me your demands.
I can't break free, & I’m not sure if I want to,
for my purpose & desire is to please you.
Come to your room you tell me, & lay you down,
make love passionately to you Yes I bow to the crown,
that you wear on your head, the Qween that you are
a well of undefined passion & beauty that outshines the stars.
Your orders are clear to me, supply you with love and affection,
as I humbly submit to you my Qween & your Hypnotic Suggestion.
 

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