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IN YOUR SPACE


Maid servant reverberates the panting
In her room up in the attic
She whispers her orgasm's ranting
For her master, feeling so fanatic

She draws his bath
She cooks his meals
He lets her laugh
If food she spills

At night she goes to bed alone
And prays her heart will turn to stone
Instead of pumping blood below
For her master she'll never know

He's in the house somewhere down there
So quietly she strips off bare
Relieves the passion building all day
Silently takes her ache away

So she may sleep the night away
Awaken to a brand new day
Another chance to work again
To perhaps have a glimpse of him

Because a look is all it takes
For him to make her smooth loins ache
To keep her living her servant life
Knowing she will never be his wife

Though a maid servant has her place
At night in her room there's no disgrace
While she serves herself as a man would
Eyes closed she sees how he is good

His stern strong voice
If it had a choice
Would it be saying "yes"
If she slowly undressed

Showing breast and leg
Pretty kitty she would beg
That he gives her a chance
As he dutifully takes off his pants

Brings him to such reverence he does moan
Takes him to the heights that must be known
Loves to serve that he's a man
Over her because he can

Thinking of all the years he wasted
Be anyway, she'll go there too
All the times she would have tasted
Because her pleasure's pleasing you

All you had to do was ask
All she longed to do was a maid's task
To serve, to satisfy, to give
What a maid servant needs to live.


4/9/1994 0200 cj




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