Kneeling at My Master's feet the chaos of the world fades into nothing. I await Her direction, grass growing over my calves.
Her hand rests upon my crown, marking my place in the whole of things. My place, here, beneath the hand of love.
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Whispers ~ Kinky microfiction ~ ongoing
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