Hail to thee, O Glorious Mistress
May I make your service?
With one such as you at my reigns
My desire would only be your pleasure.

While I pen these words, they fall short,
My Goddess, but perchance
This verse can
Please you
Provoke you
Stimulate you.

My body will be yours to mold
As your imagination deems worthy.
Command it, to reveal
The fruits of ecstacy
That only you deserve.

My mind, though willful,
Is at your disposal
To plumb the depths of
Infinite Trivia,
To be challenged,
Or to wield as a weapon.

My soul, that which I
Reveal to you, will be
Exposed for your perusal
Be it for praise
Or punishment.

I can beg and plead for your
Approval, but I do implore you;
My subjection to you, Mistress,
Would be an Eden compared to the
Mundane world we believe to be
Reality.
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constructive criticism consults the creative.
written, & otherwise presented by Antonio Reda
date last created (edited): 10 February, 2001
html: 10 February, 2001
 
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Last revised: 10 February, 2001
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