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perverse bliss
That's your mouth...
The container of your fire,
of my Fatality.
Your fingers should always be in it,
I increase the temperature of my mind,
setting all my skin on fire.
I want to see you faint...
Holding your neck
while your eyes look at the sky.
You have inspired.....
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