This wretch just wishes he were thine,
to taste the scourge across his spine,
Dear Lady Lilith, Queen of Pain,
this one you hold in such disdane
wants nothing other than a kick,
a slap, a curse, your boot to lick,
Dear Madam make his life complete.
to lay there dog-like at your feet.
and cater to your every need
by tugging firmly on his lead.



Do I get the Job?

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Bronzed Aussie.