By Buffenator
Walking through the streets
My head held high as I
Travel the path to certain death
I will not let them see my fear
Plucked from death, seemingly at random
To live in a palatial villa
My Roman captor a mystery
As I am lavished by slaves
Dusk in the garden
The evening meal finished
A form catches my eye
Chiseled from the very Gods
Angelus! The Roman barbarian
Who tried to have me as his
That familiar itch in my forehead
Returns as his eyes burn through me
I�ve learned so much at the hands
Of a body slave, but his hard
Cut body calls to me
Awakens nerves I never knew existed
His body rages through me
I ride beyond Mount Olympus
On chariots of ecstasy
Led by hungry wild stallions
The pleasure, the pain come to an end
In breathless waves of tension and release
He holds me in his strong arms and whispers
�This is only the beginning, my sweet.�
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