on her belly she crawls to Master's feet, while He looks upon her from His seat,
before Him now she comes to kneel, she has come to beg for Master's steel,
she lifts her arms as she parts her thighs, she can feel His gaze from behind brown eyes,
crossing her wrists her head now down, her thumping heart is the only sound,
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Poet perhaps wants the recognition of Dome culture. Beautiful imagery. Perfect to fit with appetite. Bravo. Steel be ever for the slave. Slave-birth is now right to choice. It is perhaps achievement of our civilization. Thank you. Enjoyed.