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A Harvest
The seasons change again and, yet, she'll stay,
Consistent in a haze, ground to the floor;
She's ready for the seed that will restore
The colour to her face - she can display
A blush to know the harvest's on its way;
And, yet, she sucks much harder to ensure
That she will service all there is in store
For her, when she is kneeling to obey
The call, that brought her here just keeps her still,
Entranced to be of use - each afterthought,
Once she has served, improves, as she'll arrange
Her mouth, her lips, her fingers with such skill:
A skill that she has learned and she has sought,
So she can stay, although the seasons change.
Consistent in a haze, ground to the floor;
She's ready for the seed that will restore
The colour to her face - she can display
A blush to know the harvest's on its way;
And, yet, she sucks much harder to ensure
That she will service all there is in store
For her, when she is kneeling to obey
The call, that brought her here just keeps her still,
Entranced to be of use - each afterthought,
Once she has served, improves, as she'll arrange
Her mouth, her lips, her fingers with such skill:
A skill that she has learned and she has sought,
So she can stay, although the seasons change.
Published 13th Sep 2016
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