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nymphonic symphony

Crimsoned lace from her chest to waist.
Bleeding ink drips from her thigh.
The black inside her pours
From the open wound.

She would dance for her,
For you and for I..
All to see the look in thine eye.

Rhythmic drums sound from her hips.
Stomache rolls,
And her body twists.
The sound of her black magic mind
Crescendos with each of her body's rollentandos.

Pull her closer to feel her vibration.
Caress each sound wave.
Measure her amplitude by taste.

Her thighs silkened by the ink.
Dripping.
Pouring.
you can't help buy get a taste.

Throw her down.
Have your way.
She loves it.
She wants it.
She craves pain.

Give her a spank
Pound her numb.
Entangle your tongue in hers.
She can't get away.

Take one last look at the lust in her eye.
Is it you she craves?
Or is it the need to escape
Her nymphonic symphony?
Written by Blood_xxDespair
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