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A letter from the pet

Dear sir, she writes to me, only a crop
In master’s hand, delivers that fine cut
That is the very reason why I drop
My panties round my ankles; I’m a slut
And need my sir to mark me. I’m your whore;
And whores can only thank you for the use
You put us to. I hope you use me more
On reading this bold missive; my excuse,
For being oh so daring, is this need,
That seems quite indefatigable now;
You are the plough – come sow me with your seed
That you could spread within me; this is how
I pass my days at present, my delight
Can barely be contained in all I write…
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