With a mist of green and lanterns hung confessing of the old monk's soul, genuflecting to a specter's trove. As her cunt's sable bed me warm with my love in chains wrought of lust, burning embers for touch. Wishing only for her sweet kiss sleeping endlessly evermore, in fields of infinity's twilight. O holy night of the monk's chore as her thighs plied my loins, with a mist of green
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