Swollen brooks, whirlpools and waterfalls

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  Under the fragile light

of a howled moon we lay;

her teeth bit deep

and her lips slid

down the naked flesh

of my night's swollen fantasy

eyes fixed and staring

upon the the feast of my passion

so engorged with the blood

and lust of my desire

I begged her then...

 devour me!!  

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