Treasure Island

Martina Moriarty

(15/04/1964 / Kerry)

Loyal Servant


I offered you? all that is of my being
I never met you!
but now you know my every desire
You have the power to indulge my every thought!
I wait... knowing you are watching my every move
you intoxicate the air that I need-
the nourishment I crave-
the love I require!
Your command is my eternal pleasure
I await the miracle of your vision
I am, and always will be your
Loyal Servant.
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Submitted: Thursday, August 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (6/15/2014 5:23:00 AM)

    'Your command is my eternal pleasure
    I await the miracle of your vision
    I am, and always will be your
    Loyal Servant.' - So submissive! Fantastic! (Report) Reply

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