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May 5
Stained flesh with satin fervor
Drops of lust, silver lining
The soft skin of an angel
Caressing, exploring every inch
Seeking purity in a place of mischief
Intoxicating resonance with every exhale

The sigh of relief on the horizon
Drunken with the sound of soft moans
Hands, together, firm in grasp
A torrent of devouring motion
Extricating virulent passion
Axion Prelude
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Axion Prelude
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