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Master (Free verse) by Dovina

Place a wafer on my tongue red wine upon my lips in my breast the Logos of your soul and into me your satisfaction I come weak in threatening world and curl to you my strength, my Lord In subjection to the stronger held closely by the mighty my best is yours to change to have, control I’ll not shrink, withhold or cower or protect myself from you or keep a pleasure from the owner of my soul

Dovina 20-Sep-07/2:34 PM
If you were daft you'd mutter nonsense like "yetch" or "sick." Apparently you have never experienced the joy of cowering. It's restful and feminine. Thanks for commenting, we get so few these days.




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