Tether me to the strings of your passion, my love
Fulfill every quested devotion, and kiss me until the sun sets no more
Rave about with your plying pride until mine smothers you with famine
Thirsting for the very semblance of purity I offer you
Can this heart mend with the copulating consent
The succulent desire’s haven approached us
And we have both fallen to it’s magical temptations
Let the stream of glory find you ready for it’s meal
And take from the parcels of beauty, every matchless appeal
Come to my tresses, and let me bury you alive in my passion
Until our strength meets with perfection and
We find ourselves on our knees to Christ
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