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IN YOUR SPACEMaid 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 Vote for this poem
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