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Click hereIn each kiss She cements her control:
from the sucking of your tongue, the sharing of lipsticks,
The passionate ardour of your submission.
Beneath her you shine like a beacon of feminine desires,
Styled to feed her hunger, dressed to quench her thirst,
ever so eager to please her; to please only her.
Not for you the easy path,
not for you the desperate rutting of the Stag:
Oh, sweet fawn of the forest, bear down
to receive the wanton devotions of her prurient lusts and spill,
spill long, spill indecently
and feed upon it at her lewd command,
and then,
in the sucking of your tongue,
in the passionate ardour of your submission,
with every kiss she will cement her control.