May I sit at the edge of the woods
with you
and listen to sounds
made by creatures
other than ourselves?
May I offer myself to you
for your pleasure?
May I be
simply a sexual object
for your use?
May I suffer through
ecstasy
and pain
for you
as you plunder my orifii
and mark my flesh
with the branch
that lies at your feet?
May I sit at the edge of the woods
with you?
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