What’s Wrong?

General BDSM poetry.  Nothing more to it then that, really.

The leash binds,
her to Me,
Something I wish,
All to see.

The hunger fed,
she looks down,
On My face,
A simple frown.

What is wrong,
All she wonders,
For My anger,
What was her blunder?

Didn’t i obey,
What was said,
Didn’t i follow,
Where You lead?

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