'Tis thee insolent wench
Who now shows arrogance
Spewing forth such words
Froth with impertinence
How dare thee put thyself
Above thy Lord benefactor
Claiming his domination
With thee as his sole master
True 'twas a night of ecstasy
Probing the depths of thy womb
Drenched in thy pungent fluids
Clamped tightly by thy tomb
Over and over again
Granting thee thine convulsions
Providing liquid sustenance
Whose drinking bought contractions
Thy coursing fiery blood
Enflaming carnal lust
Plunderment of thy flesh
Teeth torturing thy bust
With thy need enticed
Set free of enslavement
Thy wanton demonic hunger
My pleasure My ravishment
Barely an appetizer
Of what was yet to come
With yet another dawn
Greeted thy rising sun
A swollen manhood
Rutting veins near bursting
Now thy bodies seizure
Trembling awaiting impaling
Mounted with such force
Splitting thy body wide
Bringing forth thy screams
Thy passion thou cried
'Tis not blood gushing
From deep within gapping wound
'Tis life's viscous essence
Released from boiling womb
Doth thou not know
Who's enslaved Who's master
Such impetuousness
Daring wrath's disaster
Benevolence though is mine
Despite thy confusion
Know thou art my love
But have no illusion
Mastered?
Enslaved?
PROSTRATE THYSELF
Adjoining me
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