Serve me

Serve me

Serve me, little servant
be at my service
so that I may provide you
with an imaginative reality
where everything consists of nothing
what it seems to be, and yet
has a pure origin
and you are reborn upon parting

Kneel and lick your way upward
make me promise you loyalty
where boundaries are pushed

Serve me, little servant
show who you belong to
as my property
I want you to surrender
and I will make you feel
through all your veins
and your whole body for what
and for whom you live

© Mrs Moriah
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