Ready (2)

The training done, the schooling over
A new life is awaiting you
At the side of your beloved Master
Never knowing what is due

The will is broken, but peace is there
Fitting right into my mould
As an object of desire
Into my hands you have been sold

Chained forever, kneeling meekly
Waiting for my beckoning sign
Jumping at the bat of an eyelid
Marked and branded, forever mine...


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