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You speak of love, a nonsensical word;
your sense of reality worldly blurred. Tempting thoughts tickle your inhibitions. Quiet, prudish angels; do not listen. My name is simple, one you’ll come to trust; made of greed and gluttony, I am lust. Shiver . . . shake . . . your silence shrieks at my door. Step through my child, be envious no more. Pride evaporates as naked you stand; obedience - my only command. Lay as a sloth, I’ll present you treasures, expert tongue teaching of guilty pleasures. Tracing chilled veins that pulse with precious blood, fear intoxicating like a fresh bud. The wrath of my hand, caress of my thumb; resolve unwinds, all conscience undone. Your master, your leader, your king, your saint. You’ll know no other; show complete restraint. Drenched with desire, your demons have won. Surrender to me; uniting as one. 20 lines
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