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obey your master
succumb to danger
a wicked mind and a cold heart
lick your plate
You are the carcass i will eat
sweet and sour sauces
stain our souls
My slave...your slave
Embracing and panting
Desire fulfilled
No shame in love
Suck it Bite Bite
and regurgitate
leftovers for tomorrow

Thanks Mike. I don't feel like a treasure..I feel more like the 25 cent ring in the little vending machines at the grocery stores- the ones that turn your skin green and break easily. My boyfriend is the treasure. Thanks again. I love you mike! :)