Perfectly imperfect
There is a common goal among us
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The aim for perfection
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Some feel that they should be as perfect as they can be in the role that they play in their lives
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The perfect mother, the perfect father, the perfect worker, the perfect player
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Some think that their physique should be perfect
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Working out in the fields, in the gym, for hours and hours on end
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Others feel that those images that society projects on them is false, unrealistic, unsatisfactory
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And aim for the reverse, the opposite of what society wants
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Untouched becomes marked, inked, deformed
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Clean becomes dirty, unsafe, unsound, soiled
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Pleasure becomes pain, destructive, pervasive
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Conscious becomes unconscious, numbed, diluted, polluted
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Guided becomes unguided, drawn, led, taken, forced
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Freedom becomes bound, constrained, restrained
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What is right and what is wrong, you may ask
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It is hard to say
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Even I, who has played the game for so long, am taken for these thoughts
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But there is purpose in my actions
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And there is consent on both parties
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Where nothing happens without it
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There is mutual pleasure in what we do, for you as the receiver and for me as the taker, even if some of that pleasure does not comes from what your body feels but from what your mind fulfills
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There is no one other than me that will judge what I do as to its righteousness or wrongness
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In you, I will only judge if what you ask is what you truly want and that you are able to fulfill your part of that desire
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From there, only one path is ahead of us
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The path of Master and slave
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With one chain connecting both parties until the end of the contract
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There will not be the perfect scene at the end, filled with flowers, greens and the sunset at the back
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Most likely it will be one of chaos, dirt, sweat and cum around us
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But there will be a smile in both our faces
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And that makes everything right