Domme aesthetic

It’s been days and times
And I don’t want to come back to reality
But it’s reality
I can wear mantles and crowns
I can write out little cards
And be obeyed
I can make the air ring
With cries and gasps and silken praise
I can crack open my ribs
And stoke the tender cruel embers
Until all of me burns

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