Hand like steel and feathers,
heart as cold as stone,
she does her job
down to a key,
and leaves them all alone.
But that is what they paid for,
that was their request,
and even though
some hate her,
she does the job the best.
However, there is one man,
one lucky little boy,
who she does not
see as work,
one who is not just a toy.
And no matter how many men
she will come to see,
the day will end,
she'll come home
and in his arms she'll be.
'She may have had her little slaves, but he was her one and only pet.'
Author notes
Comme tojours, Apprecier.
Well, what do you think?
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Yes, very interesting indeed. quite a story this poem tells, love it baby girl.
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interessant! Although, you don't pay a slut to screw you, you pay her/him to leave.
just a handy quote I picked up.
anywho, I like it. The flow is beautiful and awesome, and the words and verbs and everything is just beautiful.
~Allie catt
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The woman described is not a slut, hon. She's a dom. Thats where the whole 'mistress' thing comes in.
You never call me anymore >.<
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Great job!
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