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I kneel, nude, at your feet,
Hands at my sides, with downcast eyes.
This is the moment I have feared,
and wanted for so long.
You approach and my nipples tingle
in anticipation of your touch.
You smile at my excited discomfort
and walk behind me.
I cross my hands behind my back
and you tie them securely.
My breath is short in my throat:
this is the moment of my surrender.
I am yours, you control my soul.
Now I must endure, as you
make me tell You what I want
You to do to me.
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Copyright 2004
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