Olivia sighs in sensual bliss
The moon caresses like Aphrodite
She lies in her wanton bed shaved
Burning fingers of orgasms
Time warps into a black whip
She wets the sheets
She Queens like a rainbow fire
Her tongue like a Tigress mating
Her high heel marks on my back
Garter belts write poetry
Let the tide sing with sirens
Hear the moans of Olivia
Feel the finger nail marks
The golden storm is over
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