Her slow pressured pleasure melting
Spilling Fragrance onto my earth
She's the brown hands of my damp soul
She shines with desire of princes
Hot Venus splayed like swaying trees
An open book, each page well thumbed
Hot lover bathed in pools of bliss
She rode underneath, rising high
Glazed and flush, gossiping of Eve
Fanning the blazing summer's flame
Her honeyed womb dripping with gold
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