I present to you
My sweetest apologies
How must I prove it
That this is no tease
Coming forth as you will
Hands and feet and eyes
Your puppet for a day
Beware how the time flies
Amends mending while we play
Working your way up my thighs
Trying to stay silent and still
While part of my Soul slowly dies
As you eat my heart bit by bit
I think I've achieved my prize
Thursday, November 30, 2017
My Sweetest Apologies
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