and you wouldn't deny it
i can see it as i rub your legs
and you look
with smiling lips.
in the wake of your eyes
i become benevolent
desirous of fulfilling your
every want-filled wish
so ask,
dear cleopatra, ask.
and i will
be your servant until
the end of days.
Copyright, Catherine Young, 2010.
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