Contentment
The tarot makes love to me with temptation,
I hear the distance murmurs of interaction,
Lightening the deep night full of dark attraction,
Playing to the thunder within deep satisfaction?
Woman in the card looks up to me in delight,
Seeking pleasure in its profanity and might,
Ecstasy quivers as raptures in desire,
Babbles her contentment within turbulent fire;
Mocked the hidden feline beauty parchments conform,
Seducing the wind of change she sweetly performs,
Lust entwined lewd bodies of opposite genders,
Create trembling moments in their whispered surrenders.
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