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The Pain Of Being True
Sometimes what seems like surrender is not
A yielding, but the congregated thought
Of all that passes in the collective heart;
She clearly sees his way; it’s what she’s got
And this suffices – she is truly caught
In maelstroms of emotions; she will part
Her thighs if he commands it; he can spot
A moment’s hesitation; if she fought
The natural reaction that must start
To infringe modesty, he'd have forgot
The moment of this pain of being true -
It’s something that she must never eschew
A yielding, but the congregated thought
Of all that passes in the collective heart;
She clearly sees his way; it’s what she’s got
And this suffices – she is truly caught
In maelstroms of emotions; she will part
Her thighs if he commands it; he can spot
A moment’s hesitation; if she fought
The natural reaction that must start
To infringe modesty, he'd have forgot
The moment of this pain of being true -
It’s something that she must never eschew
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