Orchistrating a movement flowing from where you've landed in my depths. You move me with such passion as if I were a puppet at the mercy of your wills lips. Speaking in tongues of what it is I must do without sound breaking barriers. Controlled by eyes sliding jesters of my actions that satisfy your interior. No effort is used to demonstrate the compacity of power you posses over me. For my master I will obey your every desire for I am living my dream.
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