The Mistress
The Mistress
She is the one
to whom my heart
has been enslaved
who shares my bed and plate
oh she manipulates
finds ways to hold me
captive to her whims
my time is hers to command
then she demands
a tease while she will fox
I indulge her impish ways
this purring ball of love.
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