Spoils Of Conquest

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I remember you inside of me
Strong and proud, thick and demanding
You storm me and siege upon me
Spill your conquest inside of me
I am powerless and ripe for conquest
I cannot demand anymore
Only a whisper of protest
your haughty smile
A signal to me
You will take as you will
My body and soul, your spoils of conquest

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