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And ethics be damned!
Has your hand already found my heart,
knowing to open,
my porcelain thighs?

So near am I, about to expire,
without your hand to press harder,
on the disarray of my emotion.
Do not refrain a single bit, because,

I will not beg,
for your devil of a silver-tongue,
in my body of want.
I borderline on craze,

become a poisoned mind enraged,
when you insert yourself
into my bliss,
into the pleasure of ripeness.

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