I will lay upon thy cute lips, wet
Coats of shady fine red scarlet
Your nails, with sweet scented oil
Wrapped in sweet honey foil
Whilst I undress your very soul
Draped in beauty, roof to sole
Stroking each space, a loving tongue
Pleasing each craving morally wrong
‘T not sin, to pry in such wilder dream
If I could lend you urge, till you cream
A magical wand dipped in thick brown
Chocolate syrup tipped to the crown
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