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Nocturnes: Dinner In A Rather Cheap Tavern
Only when kneeling, tearful, she concedes
the satisfaction of my dominance
and recognizes that her own condition
requires that she offer her full submission
to me: then, only, I can meet her needs;
until, godlike, I dominate her vision,
and wholly pleasing me is all she wants.
When disciplined, her body, mind, and soul---
given to me---will be a pure reflection
of my will, making her most beautiful,
for all to see, because she bears my marks.
Karl, beat that dog a bit, for it still barks
too loudly. And you, traveling here, when in
Moscow, just ask for me by my name---Lenin.
