This is my body-
I will serve for my master tonight
like pies and hotcakes that he usually offer
during afternoon siestas.
I eat them with my bare hands-
like a child tended by his father
never out of his sight.
This tender flesh-
I kneel before my master
kissing his toes with trembling
hands begging for his
fingers to explore...
This is my body-
so tired and still lovely
I offer my master-
tonight with misery.
For Master, From Damsel
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2 endeavored to criticize:
oooh-lala. who's your master best?
akong self best! gi offer na nako katong isa ka gabii, nyahahaha. :)
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