The Master
My will is I touch you where you beg me to.
Senses conspire.
I feel you breathe
Proving my tease.
Providing a caress, causing a moan.
My DEAL is fair.
Come here to me.
My DEAL has universal appeal.
You KNOW the secret.
The master I am.
Promising the comfort of my hands on your delicate skin.
So, so soft TENDER IS SHE.
As ripe as SWEET fruit waiting to be plucked.
I am your master
I am yours
You are mine
Your taste is sweet and causes me unspeakable pleasure.
You are mine
MON CHERIE AMOUR, my flower.
I MASTER
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