Let me butter you in holy kisses, then besmeer the veneer of worship with my hands.
Permit me to caress the vellum covering of yourself, reading like braile the words that describe you.
Laugh not at the circus tented declaration of lusts Pavilion; allow the periderm of life to thin, then join we to vanquish sin.
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