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A warm command

Warm palms

Pressed against cool wall

Pacifying hand against

The nape of your neck

My commanding whisper

Hold still,

I have this

My fingers dancing

Up your spine

Open your thighs and lift

Calling the kundalini

Beckoned with knowing

Fingers that draw upwards

Hold still

Failure to obey

Will be met with

Punishment

Oh how I will

Test you

And I am swift

To punish

Slow to reward

A subtle dominion

And paradise

Ushers you in

On a warm, beckoning

Touch.

You look so

Beautiful

Having stepped across

Surrender’s threshold

And all your decisions

Belonging

To

Me

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