With palms upraised and open
I kneel before you, Sir.
Although my palms look empty
A spark flourishes here.

A bead of light I give to you.
Your smile a gift to me.
The desire shines within our eyes
For all the room to see.

And so we play the timeless scene
Of pleasure fueled by pain.
Your rod procures my sighs and moans
And the fire burns hot again.

As the fire returns to spark, 
You call me to your side
I kneel at your feet 
My legs spread wide

With palms upraised and open
I kneel before you Sir.
Although my palms look empty
A spark flourishes here.
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