☆*•.¸-‘๑’☯My Offering☯-‘๑’-¸.•☆

☆*•.¸MY OFFERING☆*•.¸

Thou hast come to me still yet again.

Others speak of what thou hast taken.

With blinded eyes they see not.

Thou can not take that which I freely offer.

With mine own will I surrender.

I offer thee my sight.

Should thee see with mine own eyes ye shalt see it tis thine own image that has captured my vision.

I offer thee mine own lips.

For it tis only thine own name they speak.

I offer thee my breasts.

Should thou lay your head upon them ye shall feel the warmth ye hast placed in my heart.

Tis a warmth fueled with desire for thee and thee alone.

I offer thee mine own soul.

For thou art the fiber of my being.

Tis a fiber that weaves through my veins.

Tis a fiber which binds me.

Yet, I succumb to thee.

For it tis mine heart which is a prisoner of thine own desires.

By Robinette
aka
AVID
Copyright 2007
All Rights Reserved

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