And if i
begged, Sir, would you heed
The soul-depth darkness of my need,
And make quick work of my surrender
With a hand both hard and tender?
Your
will alone brings my release,
An end to fire; sweet surcease.
Caress
me now, cut loose my ties
And look at me with talking eyes
That speak of journeys we have taken,
And promise more till we awaken.
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