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Hold my hand and through to morn

Riding o’er thy hollow


With naught a glance bade twice
forlorn
Shall we plead thee do follow

Like breath twice warmed o’er heated


coals
We leave vexation behind
Lighted eyes give leave of trembling
souls
So gifted within our kind

Thy hollow doth quiver beneath mine


lips
Beseeching, partake of thy nectar
Thou art filled upon trailing mere
fingertips
Across silky skin, thine scepter
Flesh which glows past fading light of
day
A testament to our exertions
Mounting thy steed, mine hips so
sweetly sway
Tormenting pleasure, thy heavenly
perversion

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