M Mistress is calling again. She's always calling here. Insatiable whore. But my mentors words echo in my head and I rise to do my duty. And there you are passing her off to me. Those slender fingers loosely grasping it. For in your aura, she has ceased to be personified and has become it. As my eyes meet yours, She/It ceases to exist. There is only you and my desire to hold your hand as tenderly as you hold that joint. But she won't let me....she rips the words out of my mouth and forces herself upon me. The moment is passes, I pay my dues, and your beautiful laughter fills the room etching itself into the crevasses of memory.