Leading Him Down The Garden Path

























The slave is wearing his mistress’s wrath
As she leads him down the garden path.
He crawls to heel behind her socks
In amongst the weeds and rocks.
And soon he shall kiss her muddy boots
In amongst the shrubs and roots,
As in the midst of her lovely garden
He humbly begs her female pardon!

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