Yes, my love Yes, my Lord
Yes, my Master
yes, my love ..
Anxious to be at His feet
anxious to feel His taste
and return to drink the nectar His body
waiting His return
waiting to look in his eyes
hoping the warmth of His skin
the sweetness of his lips
the roughness of his hands
the severity of his possession ...
my Lord Your service
Your mey} { MDP
awaits ....
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