I have explored
Every silken crevice,
Every voluptuous pore,
Of your ravenous body.
With
My eyes,
My lips,
My teeth,
My tongue;
Unleashing
Within you,
Myriad moments
Of ecstasy.
The red embers
Of my searing ache
Have scorched you,
Making you
Writhe
For more.
Every encore
Of our mingling,
A pristine beginning.
Can anything
Be more sublime
Than pure lust?
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