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Mirroring My Eyes

Young ladies' lowered eyes may often be
The mirrors of their souls; but does the shape
Of pleasant seats behind, mean we will see
A lot of learning; if we merely wait
For discipline. the sweet admonishment
May seem congruent to those thoughts of smacked
Rears disciplined: the harsh slaps compliment
Well-rounded cheeks, through each angle attacked;

And so, I'm bent and bared, as is the wish
Of those who'd tell me I must feel hands fall;
And here's the enhanced pleasure that I fish
For in his wickedness: since feeling small
(And in his charge) allows me to be free,
Mirroring how my eyes are said to be.