My dear, don't you bite.
You fill me with love and promise.
Your dewy tan.
Your glossy skin.
I want to put my mouth on your tingling lips.
I want to taste your cold excitement.
The anticipation drives me wild.
Your bittersweet rewards.
You make me pay for them, every step.
Pale, Indian goddess.
I dance for you.
Oh, my dear.
Your scent teases my soul.
I can smell you on my sour breath.
Enter my flesh.
And become one with me.
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