Her Service to Me is Esoteric

 I slid into bed next to her. 
Taking the book that she was reading from her hands, I let my head rest on her chest.
“Tell me a story” I sighed.
She ran her fingers through my close cropped hair and whispered to me.
“Once upon a time there was a Femme and a Butch…”

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