I Will Not Sell My Soul Comments

Slave to master, the salt of my sweat on my brow.'Faster! ' he cries as the sting of his whip racks through me.
The eyes of the daughter soothe my mind as she brings me water, for my flesh and soul.
Slave seventy am I, nothing to offer the masters daughter... nothing but my heart. The love that burns in me at night, she returns from the shadows.
Her touch steals the sting of her fathers whip.Love forbidden by chains of iron will never be broken.
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