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Oh my,
my beautiful beast of pleasure,
what thoughts occupy your
mind of leisure?

My whore master,
I live for your wretched love
spilling forth,
your true demonstrations.

Each day you take me,
envelop me in your affection
and embrace me,
until I recall how the cold rain,

had stung my bones.
But in your warmth
I felt your body, that flesh
which brings me home again.

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