Unchain..Me..From..Your..Wall Poem by James McLain

Blessed is her hand that holds the key
the lock is heavy on my neck.
Blessed is her other hand as well.
All her dirty little secrets forced by she
inside of me thee they dwell.
She never blushes at the deeds mind
stays focused all the time upon loyal
slave her dog.
Loves her slave and loyal dog.
The rack of groans her pretty elfin ears
retain as she grows hard from all the
pain....dirty little secret does come closer
ever closer not yet out.