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Oh my flesh
My flesh
Is its desire
How my body does weep
At its pinched calls
Crying out in subhuman voice
And I
Slave to insatiable whim
To a hunger
Inescapable
Unyielding
Domineering my very will
Chained invisibly
Natural Order?
Or instinct enforced Servitude?
No longer can I behold mastery
I am
Just another mistress with a pail
Cleaning up
I am the slave
Having created my own manacles
Doing so by my own will
Wearing them with a proud smile.
Feelings, this is Class Ode with, Warning even on Literhot, Sex is not enough, Except to scratch an Itch. Some fingers that type, Still have to learn not hype, Good Story; a well honest treated Mistress, High maintenance and held true. But you do not have to be rich, Just sane enough to express, In a text language where, Profanities are just the baubles, Not the branch or the lights. Long live Lit, and good sense in porn. Thoughts on a short poem. Thanks for your words.