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Lost in her voided-out room
unsure just exactly how
to behave. 
First times 
truly come 
just once.  
The girl begs
for another chance
eyes drop
never to look up 
without permission first. 
Would it please you,
that’s how each sentence starts
she begs to learn
more of the ancient code. 
Wrists are offered,
then taken,
her place 
is never forgotten. 
Her dream-like attention,
I crave,
her detailed answers
spoken in a way
a sophisticated education
spending hours
reading every word. 
She crawls closer
would it please you if…
There on broken knees
inched up close
eyes dare not look,
she whispers
“yours 
Master.”
Chin tipped
upwardly she looks
at her new reality
against this midnight
her eyes brighten
she smiles. 
Love’s attention 
touched that place
she never knew
ever existed. 
Nervous fingers
draw tight little circles
she counts
he loves me
I’ll never let go.