Prose for Pros 4

                                                         A slave to my slave

I was to be his Cleopatra
And he my fawning, fanning slave
I to recline on gilded cushions
Naked and sublime

I was to be his mistress
And he my obeying,odious slave
I to spread my legs
To be caressed and anointed

I was to be his pain
And he my toy, my tormentee
I to punish and scold
To humiliate and taunt

I was to be his queen
And he my servant my servile attendant
To open my legs and to piss
To annoint his head and mouth

He was and is my slave
For after me there is no other pleasure
No other delight, no other desire
than that which my slavery gives

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