Archaic, These Tides That Flow
Wickedly wanton desires ? Burning deeply..
This love's lavender lit, lanterns; buried aneath
Her sea be joyful, crimson pleasures ? Bathing aside
Their shores soaked as sands; her beauty melting within....
Shameless hands his clock, timeless ? Sighs, then she screams.
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