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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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