The Moment



The Moment

In her face I see the moment, the moment that I love.

When something is just too much, and I am ready to break down.

But Master seems to know just when that moment arrives.

When it does he slowly brings me down and comforts me.

This moment is the prelude to my aftercare.

*kiss* Master.

ttyl….beth

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