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Servant's Quarters

"Forebidden rendezvous surfices and satiates the servant's ache."

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Comely ye oh fair thee be
Commingled glee flows free,
My weld to you grandiose, complete
Cum well thy maiden sweet.

A purposed duty undiluted,
This swelling staff non-concluded,
Mi eunuch saber, yours to whisk
Undo mi brooded, odalisque.

No high reigned tyrant's need to know,
What in mi breeches grows then sows,
Yours wench, when needed, heat be heeded,
Pearly dew drops neatly seeded.

Exultant charms, ye swallow cascade
Of thy true making, high yield milkmaid,
Such tender of touch, of stroke, of clutch
Aye lusty charmer, desiring much.

No state of fortune stays the ache,
Quite like ye channel, mine true slake,
I am for ye thy consummate,
Mine wetted length consolidate.

Cum well mi wench, I yearn to drench,
Within ye trench my thirst I'll quench,
Mi servants thrust, take deep, take well,
And to ourselves we'll only tell.

Cry softly now, be hushed, be still,
Within ye folds, I'm cumin' still,
Ye ripest wares, endowments rare,
I trap, I tap, as ye ensnare.
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Written by MidKnightMan
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