A Sonate of Lust
I would dance on your tongue for 3 days in a row.
until you were completely wet.
pray for submission, pray for love,
a love that burns, in the body,
in the soul and between the legs.
Burn where your juices are ready to flow.
and you in fire, do not whisper, but moan,
as my tongue slides between your thighs.
you pray that my arrow will hit you
where your lust sleeps,
and you will wake up in a trance
to huddle close to me,
Until sleep takes you.
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