I am the handmaid,
You are the master,
The price of your swimsuit,
Is twice the price of my winter clothing,
Your well-manicured hands,
Tire not of rubbing the dirt off my face,
Your eyes pleading,
I let myself love you back.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
I am the handmaid,
You are the master,
The price of your swimsuit,
Is twice the price of my winter clothing,
Your well-manicured hands,
Tire not of rubbing the dirt off my face,
Your eyes pleading,
I let myself love you back.
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