He was like a child wanting a drink
And so, she administered to him of her essence.
Stripped of light, the room was a maze of black gloom
Tinged with somber silence, half broken
By his grovelling voice whispering "please",
By his hands furiously fumbling with her buttons,
By his racing heart threatening to split,
By his legs brushing against hers in a frenzy,
By his lips savoring the scent of her familiar neck
And by her fire, the ardour of a Cheshire cat.
He was like a child wanting a drink
And so, she administered to him of her essence.
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