Are they broken thus who love You best
Harried by You into minionhood
Hurts that You bestow upon the besotted wretch
That You might fasten lasting bonds
To fasten tight the balls and cock
You confiscate the will of men You kiss
Would it were Your lips that kissed
But by boot and hair in Your fist
Is Your fury and rule distilled
That You as Kali’s daughter know power
And dance upon the world
As on my back Your peerless Beauty rides
The slave labours to build Your altar.
Velvet Thoughts by Aemilia Hawk 