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Crushed under your weight
I feel the pleasure of passion
Fragrance of your skin sets
My heart into a grueling motion
Pull my hair, slap me hard
To show your untamed rage
Guide me as a matured lass
Tuck me in your fleshy wedge
With your sharp talons leave
Marks of love in my wet skin
Let us swing in motion of
Snakes and collapse into a ruin
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