Lover
I love you, Lilith,
but I tire of your uppity manner.
You can leave me whenever you want,
and I'll just grow another beauty from one of my ribs.
I think I'll keep you around for a while though.
No, you're not being too rough on me in our private congress.
Neosporin is cheap my lover.
The safety word is Amen
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