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neoblack
Being your slave, what can I do but respond to the hours and calls of your desire? I have no time for myself, No jobs to do, until you ask me. Nor do I dare rebuke the endless hour of the world, While I, my sovereign, follow your hours, Nor do I think that the loneliness of absence is bitter, After dismissing your servant from your service; Nor do I dare to question with my jealousy Where thou wilt be, or imagine what thou dost do, But, like a sad slave, I sit and think not, Saved, where thou art, and how happy thou makest all: Then, what a fool is love, which, under your yoke (Although you do nothing), no evil shall haunt him. Sonnet 57 - Shakespeare
neoblack
As expected, she made me lose the challenge, she made me lose track of time, she always wins and enchants, she makes me feel good, she teases me until the climax, she knows what she has to do to release my most secret desires, her smile It disarms me, your body excites me, your smell makes me dream, everything is desire, to have, to serve, to crave you every moment.
