Plugged
Mistress has kindly gifted me
A discrete souvenir,
And placed it where no one can see,
Tucked tight into my rear.
There’s not a moment I don’t think
Of when she last was there.
Thrust through my fleshy armor’s chink,
Her stallion to my mare.
Now when I sit and when I stand
I feel her gift inside.
I keep it there at her command
Which must be satisfied.
Mistress, all day I think of you;
Your gift’s done what you meant it to.
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