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Speaking of the lyrics and as we’re engaging the physical realm, E=mc squared, Ecstasy=masochistic count. Mistress, at what number did you two leave off or are you two still “dancing”? If the latter, may I have the privilege of cutting in?

I’m not taking any chances pitting my mortality against Mistress Lovely’s sensual, seductive voice. Taking a cue from the aforementioned Greek mythology, I’ll be filling my ears with hot wax, ouch!, and, as I’m devoid of a ship’s mast, having myself tied to the next best thing, a “No Parking” sign. Despite these precautions and the cacophony of NYC sounds, sirens, honking horns demanding attention, etc., I still hear her dulcet tone orchestrating my subjugation. Is surrender my only option?

Mistress Lovely, If not someone’s subway story, then how about someone’s subway haiku? Black tracks, station filth, Lovely unfazed, stands alone. Echoing true beauty.

Mistress Lovely, Your irresistible, impeccable fashion taste inspired me to fulfill your desired alchemy themed sestina. Splendid Sorcery The tarot cards have served notice. What do they want of me? The chariot lures my presence. Seductively it desires to take me away. It invites me to a new dimension. My chaperone: my Mistress. Where, where, where are we going Mistress? She, in a black guise, gives me vague notice. It alludes to a murky, new metaphysical dimension. Will it possess me? Will it recast me if it takes me away? Will it absorb my ethereal presence? Pray, pray, pray, why does it attempt to attract my presence? Please tell me Mistress! Will it forever spirit me away? Why does this dimension allure me with its puzzling notice? Is it demanding to test me? Will it fling my essence to a new dimension? Quickly I encounter this new dimension. Quickly it makes me lose my comfortable presence. Emotionally, sensually and mentally it envelops me. This is the scheming of my Mistress! Pointedly, she prepares to serve me with sadistic notice. With a wink, she surprisingly, emphatically, begins to take my soul away. In lockstep league with her this dimension takes me away. I am being absorbed by this dimension. Now it serves me notice. It possesses a seemingly mystical presence. This presence is reflected by my Mistress. What does it intimate for me? Fear is teasing and tensing me. I think that my destiny is not here, but away. It involves suffering and surrendering to my Mistress. I am now ensconced in this new dimension. I’m experiencing my new presence. The swoosh of a whip is serving me an unequivocal, exciting, notice! What has my Mistress done to me? I now notice that my personality has been taken completely away! This new dimension metamorphoses me into a splendid, submissive presence.

Mistress Lovely, How about both? As you’ve created a literary monster with your sonnet/villanelle requests I give you below a second villanelle. One for red, one for white!(Maybe I should address you as Dr. Lovely?) ”Subspace Alchemist” Good morning to you, dear alchemist, Using your inscrutable charm, Please rouse your worthless masochists! You are truly an artist, Allowing us to to disarm, Good morning to you, dear alchemist. To involve us in a tryst, Bordering on alarm, Please rouse your worthless masochists! To remove us from our mist, To allow us to rearm, Good morning to you, dear alchemist. Our usual personalities are dismissed, Although they suffer no harm, Please rouse your worthless masochists! So that we are blissed, With your wonderful becharm, Good morning to you, dear alchemist, Please rouse your worthless masochists!

Mistress Lovely, Have a glass of Zinfandel with your requested villanelle! ”Good Morning Mistress in Distress” Good morning Mistress in distress, Our afternoon is your morning, Your late hours need no redress! You surely like to decompress, Definitely without reforming, Good morning Mistress in distress. I really must confess, My jealousy is swarming, Your late hours need no redress! Most social lives are a mess, Joyful memories never forming, Good morning Mistress in distress. Against my jealousy I bless, Your lack of conforming, Your late hours need no redress! I simply must truly stress, Your social life is heartwarming, Good morning Mistress in distress, Your late hours need no redress!

Mistress Lovely, If I were to say that your legs and feet were incredibly sensual and beautiful and stopped there you would swiftly rebuke me with a remark such as: “That’s all you have to say?”, therefore: ”Confected Perfection” My Mistress demands a thousand kisses For her beautiful legs and feet. If I fail there will be a thousand hisses. Therefore I had better provide a treat! My submissive self will show up; And deliver with sincerity; A genuine hookup. It will remit with unwavering clarity, A blissful abundance of affection; That is steadfastly devoted To obtaining a delicious connection. One that is lusciously coated. As this devine feat; Is a thousand kisses of chocolate sweet!

Mistress Lovely, as per your desire: “Wistful Dream” My beautiful Mistress whose request Is to find me on bended knee; Strictly to ascertain her behest; So that I may be the chosen he, Who succumbs to satisfy her Sadistic wishes wherein; She is the deserving one to incur Immense pleasure therein, As I gladly submit and suffer From her flogger and hot wax, Neither of which provide a buffer To her slapping which is a tax; Which I gladly endure so that one day I may rave; That I am the one my beautiful Mistress describes as her cherished slave!

Mistress Lovely, Let me kidnap your posting to use it as a vehicle to wish you a very happy birthday. I hope you have a fantastic day and a wonderful year ahead. You’re a scorpio so go out and have an incredibly erotic, sensual day. Eat a huge chunk of chocolate birthday cake while you’re at it.

Mistress Lovely, are you OK?

No, Mistress, please, please, please , bite ME! Would it be an incentive if I covered my neck in dark chocolate sauce with maybe a hint of strawberry or raspberry thrown in for good measure? How about some whipped (a Mistress wouldn’t have it any other way) cream with a Maraschino cherry on top to seal the deal? Or would you prefer my neck marinated in a vintage Pinot Noir? My tender flesh eagerly awaits your incisors! I promise to refrain from garlic knots until you’ve left your calling card.

Dr.Lovely, It all started in second grade. I pulled on the ponytail of Julie who sat in front of me. She turned around and smacked me. I said, “I liked that.” She said, “So did I. Let’s do it again!” And, as the expression goes, “The rest is history.” Any therapy recommendations?

I’m looking for a nice girl who will keep me in line when I start to go astray. Any suggestions???