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the young boy on the kid skin rug laughing sheepishly while with hawk's eyes studying my every move he knows he is being watched his naked flesh observed he feels pride and shows it it glows from him as the fire compliments him by dimming his radiance never ceases This time he is a goatherd, the next day a pauper with ragged clothes showing off his muscular physique chameleon, he is all, but for now he is mine Blessed be JB |