The Candy Cane girl walks the hall, Her eager female sub in tow, Black skirt, white blouse, red nails sharp Not a stitch for the sub below. On hands and knees The little slave Looks up to her through pretty eyes, Desire, Ankara Escort desire is all she feels, For her, she puts on her best show. For later, when the Sincan Escort fires have waned, And Mistress’ tongue, whiskey tinged, Invades her mouth, And Etlik Escort Mistress’ fingers, Take her curves, The little slave knows She is all, And special to Miss Candy Cane. So, who needs who? And what is love, If it dwells not in The need to cage? Too pretty, The sweet sub who, Dreamlike crawls, And Mistress fears, That in the morning, She’ll be gone, So who owns who? And what is lust, If it dwells not In the green eyes of jealousy? What is love, If the fear of loss is all consuming? And who knows who is really caged? Turn out the light, And dream.