I turn up at his door.
Naked but for the chains.
An Orientalist fantasy come to life.
The exotic Jewess
with nothing concealed.
Trick or treat, I say.
Being both.
He hides me in the back of his
closet, a secret stash of sweets
saved for when the need
becomes too strong.
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oh that's LOVELY!
Thank you, mamacrow. And thank you for all the comments! I really appreciate knowing that at least one member of my old fan club is here. Anyone else out there?
o.g.
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