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Waiting on the dusty floor Looking at my resting hand You are ready there to serve Waiting for the next command A gesture, a nod, it is enough To make your body move with speed To pose, to bend, to suffer To satisfy my every need In the hours that we are together You are my servant and my slave Private maid and personal hooker A prisoner in my cold cave Moaning when my fingers touch you Sometimes screaming loud with pain But more often in your corner Waiting till it is time to play again... Frodo © WanderingSpirits 2001 |
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