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Modesty
Modesty might make some blush with shame:
These filthy fantasies that longing whores
Will entertain, as if each were a game
To play all day and night behind closed doors;
Modesty might mean her lowered voice
Is at a level that her body finds
Accommodating, as she kneels - her choice,
Because such kneeling serves him. It reminds
Them both that she's his cunt and she's his slut,
Who'll take all that he offers her; she gives
No thought to self; she loves him for he'd cut
Her to the quick; ensuring that she lives
Within his shadow; with her whispered plea,
She thanks him for concealing modesty.
These filthy fantasies that longing whores
Will entertain, as if each were a game
To play all day and night behind closed doors;
Modesty might mean her lowered voice
Is at a level that her body finds
Accommodating, as she kneels - her choice,
Because such kneeling serves him. It reminds
Them both that she's his cunt and she's his slut,
Who'll take all that he offers her; she gives
No thought to self; she loves him for he'd cut
Her to the quick; ensuring that she lives
Within his shadow; with her whispered plea,
She thanks him for concealing modesty.
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