A poem for Telroth
Master, I may be absent, and quiet, it's true.
I can't keep my deadlines, or give you my time.
I don't give you the attention that I feel you deserve,
Or am too tired to serve,
And for that the fault is all mine.
Nonetheless, know that I love you.
A breeders pet am I,
Kept swollen so gravid I can't fly.
My body nothing but a cocksleeve,
My loyalty and obediance you have weaved.
And with you, your wings are my sky.
Though my words may delay,
and my presence slip away,
I think always of you,
especially this Valentine's day.
Owned by your cock,
Others might mock,
But bound to your will,
I service you still,
And am glad I am one of your flock.
This rhyme is made while ill,
Yet I'm thinking of you still,
My body yours to shape as you desire.
My meal your seed,
My soul your need.
I will do anything that you require.