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Jun 2016
I've always been good at it
Such a promising talent
We must not speak of this lustful secret
Be chaste, be a lady, be silent

But when you slide within my walls
When you whisper your desires
When you slam into my being
All my morals begin to expire

My eyes darken with malice
My soul flickers with sin
My thoughts shutter with such kink
And I would do it all over again
Arianna Anderson
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