Revised sonnet #86
Yes mistress pain acquired taste narrows range
Asphyxiaphilia beats vanilla sex
The body fluids and odours cant exchange
Your rubber suit a second skin you flex
Im called out dog I sniff at self its strange
The proper punishments proposed perplex
You hammer my arse since Im linked to mange
A nasty rumour hot as horrid hex
The rubber mask I lump allows a breath
Its puny hole the place I catch a gasp
You lecture me at length through throaty rasp
Your balls vice brass you dial till little death
Yes mistress pity me in puppy play
Your leash yanks speak your brief I should obey
Chorus play lark sport
