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Master~Bate
the silent shift of feeling pulled me under
coiling around my soul
it makes me question, was it always so?
perhaps I didn't see what was there all along
a game of chance
nothing more
I am able to separate myself from your pull
coming up for breath
no longer submerged in your thrall
lonesome longings become me
I am only one there are no others to greet me
I echo my honesty
my heart reaches it finds emptiness
sweat and sex and all things hollow
spread lewdly in front of me
I wish I was so easily amused
but a cunt is just a cunt
spread thin and worn
I crave the touch of a Master
disciplined in the art of seduction
to bring me to the brink
and push me over
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