Lustquake

A medley of distinguished dames



Tread harmoniously in my wake





Their delightful aromas seizing the air





As my nostrils flare,





By no inch do I quake





An abundance of fruit



Has been graciously bared



Awakening the repression



Of the hunger within





Shall a piece come within my reach



I shall strike!



a desire of this caliber



shall not be forsaken



To my tongue it shall remain ripe





For I yearn and I yearn



For the sweet and subtle burn



Of the flame that churns



To the beat of their lovely skins







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