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Holding Your Scorn
Three of you
Tall, commanding
Sit near each other
My mind immediately
Wishes I were your focus
But
On the ground
On my knees
Holding your scorn
With the swing of your of arms
Your open palms across my cheeks
Boots in my groin
Spit collecting in my
Mouth
Services rendered willingly
So that your day is more
Magnificent
So that you glow with power
Control
Joy and pleasure
All those are yours
All I have to give is my humble and hardly worthy submission
devotion, attention
Service
Your wishes
more than my command...
My mantra
October 2018
Tall, commanding
Sit near each other
My mind immediately
Wishes I were your focus
But
On the ground
On my knees
Holding your scorn
With the swing of your of arms
Your open palms across my cheeks
Boots in my groin
Spit collecting in my
Mouth
Services rendered willingly
So that your day is more
Magnificent
So that you glow with power
Control
Joy and pleasure
All those are yours
All I have to give is my humble and hardly worthy submission
devotion, attention
Service
Your wishes
more than my command...
My mantra
October 2018
Published 5th May 2019
Author's Note
Wishing I could surrender myself...
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5th May 2019 11:24am
You know the subject, in every meaning of the word.
Greetings, and welcome to the Deep.
Greetings, and welcome to the Deep.
5th May 2019 5:57pm
