Poem -
Your's
"Fuck me" she pleas
As if it's been eternity
When truly mere hours
Have past in the darkness
Still she screams "take me"
Bring to her violent currents
Of rushing sweetened cream
When at last she is a quivering shell
And the most honest spell rings
From the recesses of her soul
"I'm yours"
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