AresAngyl
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(12/15/99 23:08)
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Master
Although I no longer use this sn, this was a poem written for my online Master, Tavious VB
MASTER
The girl whispers
Just one word,
"Master"
She belongs to him,
He is her reason for being;
The center of her world.
Her past is gone,
She is born the day she whispers,
"Master"
Her present is him,
He controls her life-
Her very soul
His strength lies in
His ability to be her
Master
His slave, his slut
Devotes her life and being
To his happiness
Her future, he decides
The one she calls,
"Master"
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