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She sits in wonderment with the night
surrounded with content
he draws back the blind
with feathered pen
and slips down her stockings
licking of her length
finding the vein of her strength
he climbs
a pinnacle of perfection
purring within the night
whispers
he whispers
into her wind
gnawing at the teat of the storm
she warm
flashes her vuluptous brilliance
shadows beneath her eye
casting depths to his curl
and he curls
fearless
into her fortitude
dark and oh so torn
he calls out her name
again and again
she responds in kind
they lie
in repose
her scent soaks up his name
he swells with each sweet sweet breath
together they form
establishing their claim
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