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Sonnet - Vixen
Dripping with pure carnal energy,
The vixen is a thing of pure desire;
She has achieved such sensual mastery
Her passion is a roaring, ravenous fire.
My trembling fingers o'er her perfect skin,
The hunger in that awe-inspiring smirk,
The way she seizes me, and pulls me in,
Whispers in my ear to get to work...
..It's almost too addictive -- too intense
Attraction so much more than chemistry,
Almost frightening, pleasure so immense,
She drives me past the point of ecstasy.
Her appetite a lust so unrestrained,
It cannot be controlled, nor e'er contained.
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The vixen is a thing of pure desire;
She has achieved such sensual mastery
Her passion is a roaring, ravenous fire.
My trembling fingers o'er her perfect skin,
The hunger in that awe-inspiring smirk,
The way she seizes me, and pulls me in,
Whispers in my ear to get to work...
..It's almost too addictive -- too intense
Attraction so much more than chemistry,
Almost frightening, pleasure so immense,
She drives me past the point of ecstasy.
Her appetite a lust so unrestrained,
It cannot be controlled, nor e'er contained.
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