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Feb 2015
Oh, ravage me!
Let me become
the object of your desire.
My body, my very soul
a source of pleasure.
Oh, let me be a soft phantom in the night.
Oh, come ravage me
Oh my precious lady
take your pleasure
to your hearts content and delight
devour me with your body
I will not struggle
pierce me with your fevered soul
to my very core
fill me with your passionate longing.
My give myself up
my all, and my everything
my life, my very being
is no longer my own
hold me in your arms
with an embrace
to last for all time
and place me as a precious gem
in your heart
as though it were a gilded cage
and I will sing forever
for joy that you wanted me
more than all the things
in this crass world
that only glitter for a season
and then like the wind
are gone
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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