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[ Lesbian ] [ Erotica ] Will You Willingly Come?

    
I.    
   
Nubile    
   
slave    
   
torn from the land of Goshen    
   
Or did I spare her pain    
dispensed by whip and chain    
takibg her into a motherly womb?    
   
Breaking through crust    
of wallowed in mud thick    
as a crocodile's distrust    
down to barenaked skin    
   
Such a stirring for you    
felt within my desecrated tomb    
   
II.    
   
Shea butter bubble caressings;    
your budding blessings    
leaving me haunted, hopeful    
but daunted, my confessings    
   
while some limestone                      
chambered ghost plays host                    
to phantasmicked orgies    
of unrequited lust    
                         
Tits, exquisite---    
a delicious bust;    
the thought of tasting  
its caramel by the handful         
on each trembling lip    
... tongue ... lingers ...    
   
While gazing into your eyes    
what if I were to dip my fingers    
into the Nile bath water    
between your thighs?    
   
What then,    
adopted daughter?    
   
What then?    
   
III.    
   
Erection on parade;    
towering obelisks    
around the palace    
   
Phallus! Phallus! Phallus!    
   
Reaping rewards                                  
never assuming risks---    
Pharoah, conqueror of nations    
and hymen    
                         
Wedding night horrors    
A marriage arranged    
 
to the depraved    
 
deranged    
   
What woman in Egypt    
isn't enslaved?    
   
Cock in throat, gagging    
gasping for air    
   
Buried alive in a crypt---   
enter    
the    
long    
nightmare    
   
surrounded by block    
after building block ripped    
from the construction of whom    
I was to become    
   
Alone    
   
with my desecrated tomb    
   
IV.    
   
numb  
 
until a ray of light shone through    
onto this stone slab where I lay    
     
   
V.    
   
What say you then    
my precious Ankhesenamun    
   
would you like to be    
a princess living with me?    
   
Into my open arms    
   
will you willingly come?
   
 
 
   
 
Written by MaryWalker
Published | Edited 3rd Sep 2020
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