RabLani
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My beauty’s done its work he passive lies
And loving licks my feet, all conflict done
Calm quiet now the mighty battle’s won
My soft and milky flesh in sweetest guise
Has brought submissive tears to Ares’ eyes
Like babbling brook his murmuring kisses run
And bubble up against my toes, I've spun
The net that holds him fast in sweet demise.
The fruits of victory I gently taste
And smile to see my servile slave adore
And worship so the very ground I tread
To make him feel my rule no need for haste
He’ll naturally yearn and crave yet more and more
To feel my dainty foot upon his head
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Sensual mistress contemplates her power... - 
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