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"Winner winner..."
We are not utterly of variant fleshes;
yours though exudes spring morn
sighing through your tender pores...
I pore over you...
Please,
free me by your clemency
Impurity bores barbed tusks in deep
flaying all humanity
And I would flay you baby...
feel you in my teeth
Glass divorces us, and yet
even yet...
have I to taste you
Frigid were you, the hour last
like winter;
now you bask
steaming under charms of heat
you in your room
and I
lurking from a shabby kitchen seat
Thighs bare, shapely
olive
tawny in the dusky
musky
autumn air
Your hoard of summer sun
runs - rich as chestnut
You were a free-range one,
mistress to none
a thot who ought not disfavor
some closet savorings...
I somehow ungrip myself of guilt
Your breast,
a tanned span
A lucious...
sumptuous
ornate fare
I am dripping as you drip
Bait me my pet
for I am waiting
and I am unsure
that I can bear
to tarry as while you cool
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