Giving you the night sweats,
teasing you to terror.
Would you like it,
if I accommodated your affection,
darling?
Do you like the delights
of our velvet nights?
Burning with desire,
for your bunny rabbit,
like a wealthy, deviant alcoholic,
you think me into your throat,
shaking so,
as I go down,
drinking yourself to death,
but knowing the thrill tastes too good to resist.
Devout,
to the point of disturbing,
waiting and writhing,
sighing and yearning.
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