The best feeling in the world is the sense
That I am there, quite simply to be used;
I am, indeed, the sweeter recompense,
To be enjoyed and teased, my face suffused
With well-slapped blushes, as I lick and suck
The master's cock or follow his demands;
While I bend lower, ready to tongue-fuck
His balls and then his backside, there he stands;
Erect and hard and thick, eager to plant
Himself within these holes: this cunt and arse;
And to expend himself there, so he'll haunt
My inner self: it's tight, but he will pass
Into his heaven, while I am here kneeling,
Gazing back at him with worldly feeling.
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