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Look at him through fluttering eyelashes Be docile Be his doll Sweet, supple, submissive Tell him of his brilliance Tell him he's the only one Let your thoughts become his words His words, his brilliance His Not yours What is his will be valued You will be valued For being his Not yours Speak up but not over him Your thoughts are his words His words his brilliance Stay sweet, supple, submissive His, not yours You speak too much Your lips are not meant to be used Unless for him and his pleasure His, not yours You think too much of your pain Destitution of recognition Unless it be in empathy of his pain Yours will have no value His, not yours You spoke over him, not up Your words are not valued unless they become his brilliance His, not yours You are becoming autonomous Remember who you are Fluttering eyelashes Docile Supple body Submission Never your own Only his His, not yours
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Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 3:23 AM UTC
His, Not yours
Look at him through fluttering eyelashes Be docile Be his doll Sweet, supple, submissive Tell him of his brilliance Tell him he's the only one Let your thoughts become his words His words, his brilliance His Not yours What is his will be valued You will be valued For being his Not yours Speak up but not over him Your thoughts are his words His words his brilliance Stay sweet, supple, submissive His, not yours You speak too much Your lips are not meant to be used Unless for him and his pleasure His, not yours You think too much of your pain Destitution of recognition Unless it be in empathy of his pain Yours will have no value His, not yours You spoke over him, not up Your words are not valued unless they become his brilliance His, not yours You are becoming autonomous Remember who you are Fluttering eyelashes Docile Supple body Submission Never your own Only his His, not yours
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Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 3:23 AM UTC
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