Cater to her
very eager to please her
She is dear and I am at her feet
Watch the pleasure linger
twitching a toe or finger
I adhere and I am at her feet
I appear exposed and bare
I revere and volunteer
I am sincere and I am at her feet
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The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
