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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I begin as a covet, dulcet demure pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure, I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled 'neath narcissistic comfiture a covey of tingles taunting the ambition you serve, swift and swill I swerve, in you I introduce a tempo of truth trailing a kiss along your spine's curve a persuasion of perversion purring patiently in almighty allure, reaching your pinnacle pulse I assure, Entwining myself around your libido with nibbling nurture binding you to the alter of painstaking pleasure I relieve with analgesic swelter hoodwinking your will with a delicate dominance I am the prima donna capture, embellishing the envisage of eros, I burnish organs keen with aphrodisiac welter you become a devout captive to me, the divine dominator, I am the matador confronting your impulsive power the target of your sexual tremor, spear tipped with warm vigor into you I pound a wonder, vice and virtue surrender to principle superior in passionate plunder, for you become the conquer's lover, taking my spirit from specter to flesh victor, I will make a woman the vessel of volcanic velvet, revolutionize female thighs, simmering the sighs in eyes, make the wrap of a man's arms a hearth of healing heat soul felt, his tongue a torch pinging with paced pause within mouths magnetized, A coup de tat taken to your Shangrila, weaknesses my wayfaring, strengths the servants of my junta my sweet magic of mayhem laid upon your lithesome lips, the coup de grace - J.A.B.
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