The throne of love

source: allartiserotic

World wonder of sprightly affection,
your discoids, oh so delectate;
our bodices one, severe embrace,
riveted, bound by our moist.
Your openings, flowers flourishing beauty.
Fresh our cores, spirits in cadence,
excruciating this existence, sweet the reducing.
The dark that enlightens our deed
in knowing the lovely wins all.
Moreover the petting, in graze
of both drafts, craped
the confine, the bed crowned
our shreds of pecks without cold feet.
The words loving, weaned off hard,
more than a skirmish, in empathy kind.
The throne of love, by two ornated.


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