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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.
Written by SweetOblivion
Published | Edited 16th Jan 2019
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