the attention she got
the faces always in her face
or did it all get old
too many clutching
fingers
too many arms aching
to hold her
hold her down and yet
there must be
something
about it all she misses
The Men who surrendered
their will to her
aching to please her
if she would only
please them
the lips that burn
with the need to kiss
the sweet lies men must tell
she never believes
but pretends to
if only for those few
moments
of pleasure and pain
does she miss it
the army of the ants
that surround her
as if she was their Queen
men willing to do
anything in her service
to service her in any
way
that might please her
does she miss it
I suspect she misses
it
as much as we do
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