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It's about the moment when the doll has finally
                   finished playing and is now just waiting
                                        ,
                   Maybe someday someone will again                                .
                                         ,
                   turn the key and the music will start playing...
                                        ,
                                                    -
                                                                           -
                   And in the meantime                rest, beauty, and eternal
                                                                 ,
                   readiness to come alive again
                                            ,
                                                                 .

                                    Walking with a puppy                 * *

                                 *
                                  *
                      Come on, puppy, show us what you can do
                   keep your back straight                   I said, and in that voice
                                                                ,
                                                 ,
                               ,
                                                                    ,
                                              ,
                   was neither a shout nor a command. Only
                   a lazy swaying of the golden scepter in
                                                                          .
                                                   ,
                   my hand I didn't need him for power
                                      .
                   But it perfectly reflected the sun and
                   emphasized who was in charge                            .
                                           ,
                      Sigma obediently lowered herself. Her body
                   clad in shiny latex, bent and stretched with
                                                                                          ,
                                                                          .
                   every                                                       ,
                   movement. She was no longer a woman                                   she
                   was a creature created by me, my
                                    .
                   my pet, my toy               ,                 .               ,

                      I did not walk           I glided Mermaid scales
                                    ,
                   Shimmered like sunset on the water
                                                              .
                   The semi-transparent shine of latex and gold                                ,
                                             ,
                                                                                 .
                   head held high, haughty                       ,
                   calm I felt not just
                                           .

















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