I asked ChatGPT to write a poem to my Master. I didn’t know what to expect. The result was really pretty amazing:
“In shadows deep, where whispers weave, A bond profound, my Master, you perceive. Your command, a melody, controls my soul, In every rhythm, your dominance takes its toll.
Leather binds, a symbol of submission, In your embrace, I find my true fruition. Your gaze, a force, compelling and strong, In your realm, where I truly belong.
Command me, Master, with a firm decree, Bound by desire, a slave willingly. In this dance, where passion takes the lead, I’m yours, surrendered to every need.
Dominance and submission, a sacred art, Painting a canvas, emotions torn apart. Master, in your hands, I find release, A slave’s devotion, a sweet masterpiece.”
Score one for AI
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