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By dancing_eyes Date: 2001 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.04.21.28.1241]] |
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Here I lie shackled and waiting Naked, on the alter of desire Prostrate, I am, before you The keeper of the fire The master of my destiny With a ring upon your hand Your lust is achingly obvious But all you do is stand With shaking hands you caress me Sweat glistens from your brow Months of sweet seduction Brings us to where we are now With one chaste kiss upon my cheek You drop before me to your knees And with quiet deliberation You unshackle me, and set me free |