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Such Sweet Stains
He's harsh; I'm obstinate: it's in our blood;
The tealight candles burn ; and, as I see
The waxy liquid melt, it feels so good
To take this step and live the fantasy;
His frank, hard face is lit up as he tilts
Viscosity across my exposed breast;
I feel my body quiver: my mind wilts
Deafened by ululations; I digress
For he hears nothing saves the confidence
Buttressed by my conceit; all will be well:
Integrity will last, for let him sense
Defeat in victory, then he will swell,
Seeking surrender brusquely; the remains
Tip on my mons and belly: such sweet stains.
The tealight candles burn ; and, as I see
The waxy liquid melt, it feels so good
To take this step and live the fantasy;
His frank, hard face is lit up as he tilts
Viscosity across my exposed breast;
I feel my body quiver: my mind wilts
Deafened by ululations; I digress
For he hears nothing saves the confidence
Buttressed by my conceit; all will be well:
Integrity will last, for let him sense
Defeat in victory, then he will swell,
Seeking surrender brusquely; the remains
Tip on my mons and belly: such sweet stains.
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