Aphrodite would weep, withering in the icy beauty of your visage my Hel, the fury of your lust chains me in fiery links of scorching satin binding my blood to the thrum of your own the scent of your hair, black orchids, splashed across the intoxicating aroma of your sex, drive me feral as of a beast that rages against the halter you hold, aching for me to break... even in my dreams, I
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