Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours…a somewhat simian metaphor, don’t you think?
It brings to mind images of soft-eyed monkeys doing a bit of tending to one another in an idyllic Eden.
Taking turns, returning the favor, egalitarian through and through.
It comes with an implied threat, though.
If the raking of fingernails does not continue, then alone shall your back be.
If there is something that distracts You- a pretty flower swaying from a vine, a luscious, low-hanging fruit there for the taking and not sharing- then my service is swiftly gone.
Not so in our Paradise.
i live to bring a smile to You- a quick, delighted one or a languorous, sly upturning of your lips.
i seek new ways to bring You pleasure, either by pushing through limits, or exploring new parts of our delicious, ever-dawning world.
And my back? It needs nothing more than You.
Just You.
Rule 45: The needs of my Master must always come first before mine own for they offer an opportunity to please Him.
