when to whom this may concern
strip the guile to reveal
her wiles of wildfire unto
me
finally as to be consumed
by the flank of her straddles
and stronger sensations of
her hungry thighs, dripping
sweeter juices from her loins
as my kisses smear these lips
crowded by her climaxes
in sequence
when to whom this may concern
scratched tissue and branded
itching backs with
choking clutches and
screaming embraces of
fastened limbs
sweeter moans from
her lasting shivers
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