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a Machiavellian Lust Oddity.....

�
My mind ponders.....
�
"�..spare not the rod
and spoil the man"
she grasp the thick, black serpent
inside the palms of her
lithe yet strong hands
�
pulling
�
and stroking the shaft,
steady and hard
Le Grand Mo�se, a slave to the rhythm
has not a guard
"left" to resist the maddening disdain
truly therein finds joy through
the pain.....his passionate release
is clear
�
his warm liberation stands witness
all over
your
fingertips.....
�
Beautiful Queen, lend me your ear
�
as does your most intimate kiss
still linger near,
to tantalize his threshold
to pure adulterated bliss
there between
the haunches of the handsome beast
�
her hands grope and knead �
his arse
he trembles in lament
until his cock �
is hard as stone
rising towards the heavens
as a grand monument
�
erected for his Nubian queen
�
drawn and shackled
upon the throne of grace
breve stacatto
her ass bears witness to his
chiseled stare
�
skillfully tonguing
the bitterness of her lust
drops of Jupiter
stirred in
Venus' tepid waters �
splashed against his face
�
as he mounts her
�
each torrid thrust
opens a portal
into the deep pleasures
of her raging seas,
�
frothy waters
churning against the
rocky, jagged edges of
his carnal retribution,

the quaking of her legs
the quivering of
her profoundly, feminine flesh
�
�le petit mort�.....their immortal souls
embrace the ��x-stasy� �
of the �little death�........
�
�.....Every move you make, every breath you take�
�
I am left to ponder
the breaking down of your
�strong hold�
�
"Oh, how I want to simply �take you.....by force�