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I.
Dread the matron’s kiss.
Her lips are autumn nectar;
tongue savors of honey.
II.
Her words are lushest.
The darkest whisper reaches,
caressing skin’s warmth.
III.
What pleasures forsworn?
Invitation to the flesh?
Pursue thy hunger.
IV.
Your lust is granted.
Be wary of what follows
behind a stranger.
V.
You tread blindly.
Blushing captures the elate;
her love is breathless.
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Tyrell McKinney
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