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if I meet the occasional total goddess work of art incarnate I have to worship her
don't think I am sub but real men worship real goddesses it makes Hellenic blood boil...
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
So who am I? Commitment oriented, monogamous once I find Cinderella, loyal, trustworthy...the whole nine yards. Actually I am creative and articulate and for the most part highly likeable. I tend to be really nice to women I consider to be goddesses incarnate or living works of art (you know who you are), so much so that some question my dominant nature. Yeah I like to be in control, but hell if you have a body to die for, expect to be worshipped and spoiled. I have gone overboard...paying college tuitions, buying cars, doing research papers and homework...and where has it got me? Actually I gained experience, a bunch of great memories and lessons in life.
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