I have done what you asked
I lit the votives
murmured hymns of abasement
prostrated myself
at the alter
Allowed you to heap
humiliations
on my bowed neck
Burn indignities
into my hot flesh
I submitted to all of this
as you fluttered
around the light
brushing against the heated bulb
with thin translucent wings
never in danger
1 comment:
Beautiful. I sense a huge degree of surrender in your male subject.
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