That petal of beauty still grows vastly
curved sides, along with those pin roots
Let those red rubies grasp the passion as it will come to an end
as in your last hour you will dwell over desires unforfilled
so sport us, thorough dreams
Let us devour in which dark streams froth
We shall transpire and unite as one
as you expose flesh to me it will be amoured by me lady, you deserve this state
as one day it will all decompose that cabbage will rot with desease and no more will lust be offered and suffer you will.
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