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Virginal Whore

Erotic Poetry
2003-06-06

I can smell your fear, as I descend upon you. I revel in your pain. Your tears sting my skin, as I plunge within. Scream beneath me. My lover. My slave. Release yourself to the pleasure. Relax and allow me to take my trophy.

Cry now, smile later. Take me all into you. My angel. My prize. Your body decieves you. Your wetness gives you away. My innocent whore. Your virtue is mine.

sex and the city of athens 

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