Kneel to me, cum unto me Show me what this can be Im open, ease my flow Scrapping of the tongues below I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme, Take what you see, expect nothing of me This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee Hands that slide, no emotion to hide, A flick of a lick, your will shall subside, No guilt for this lechary Untamed are your eyes burned deep into me I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme, Take what you see, expect nothing of me This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee A salt, that stains my lips Gently ease the hips Bind into our sign of sublime
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