as you turn wet from the tip of my tongue
to the base of your hips
let me taste you a little bit longer
for it has surely been a minute too longwaiting for you
my little secret is growing bigger
from the stench of your musty body
my arms have been civil for too many moments
lay down on you back
and resist at your will
for tonight
i am your master
and you are my slave
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