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Once bitten...
A hundred bugs are biting her pale flesh,
Their meal illuminated by the flash
Of lightning in the distance; her lips mesh
Against her master’s; each thunderous crash
Will mean she’ll hug him tighter, in the hope
That he can calm the storm within her breast
And still her pounding heart; she cannot cope
With all of these emotions; she has dressed
Herself in finery; let him remove
Each layer, as the streams of falling rain
Impose themselves; and let the young wench prove
How damp she is: wet through, as she'll remain,
Until she’s served him, floored upon thick rugs,
Where he will bite her more than lightning bugs…
Their meal illuminated by the flash
Of lightning in the distance; her lips mesh
Against her master’s; each thunderous crash
Will mean she’ll hug him tighter, in the hope
That he can calm the storm within her breast
And still her pounding heart; she cannot cope
With all of these emotions; she has dressed
Herself in finery; let him remove
Each layer, as the streams of falling rain
Impose themselves; and let the young wench prove
How damp she is: wet through, as she'll remain,
Until she’s served him, floored upon thick rugs,
Where he will bite her more than lightning bugs…
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