Avidité

She laid, scorched by the flames of desire - bald, smooth. Dripping with stains of sweat, and sex

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iron awe

There's wire in the blood, and that is why the copper taste Barbs that sting are multiplying, we need to take our haste The words that pierce our ink cannot ever go to waste So kiss the page before me, we know that I am far from chaste