Begging You

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I see you,
Cowering in pleasure
Coiled in bed,
Rubbing your fingers, over thy slender self,
Lips parting in moans
echoing in my ears.

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The saliva, drops down to the beedsheet
Thy hair, raging in tempest.
Tell me lady, who you imagine
who flames your ice?

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Come closer to the bucket of my face,
Plead my name
Tear yourself apart
Red hot, as your lips of pleasure leak
Pour down my throat;
all your juices
Only mine to drink.

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