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[shibbygirly]

Put to Pasture

I let my superior pet me before he extracted what he wanted.
I let myself be drained with the influence of his mighty touch.
Firm yet tender he caressed me and I obliged.
His touch made me feel safe.

I had pride in my product.
Always sweet and satisfying
made it so it was known there was more where that came from.
I could always be trusted to supply.

I believed he enjoyed it.
I now hope he did
as I gaze at sunsets with the rest of the heard.

I search for him behind trees now.
Look for his face in puddles surrounded by grass.
The feeling of his touch lingers.

I am aware that I came with a purpose
and that the touch was just preparation
A mere lubricant
to his needs.

I watch how much green I move between my gums now.
I bathe in the lake once a day.
Run from the mosquitoes and pick daisies and investigate them
as I wait for the day I am useful again.