From the desk of Adagio with a shadow of the jugular rest a paper, ink stained from the thorn of my pen To the sweetness of your womb quenching my ravishing lust of my poetic affliction as your lips weave on my chest With a craving of my pulse as your thighs twine on my torso and then comes the huckle-buck in deep penetration As the twilight falls a moon and your sighs fertile a swoon with
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