| I dream of the Isis pool, a moonlight tryst
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| I let love into the inner sanctum of mind and action
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| In damp cavities I participate in the varieties of the flesh
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| I lick and expose, tongue and reveal
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| There, you lay bare before tigers
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| Coquette — suscebtible to their yearning
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| Their mad hunger, their crazed cravings
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| They lap the Satyr’s milk from voluptuous breasts
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| They pass their tongues over the pubic tabular
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| And with considerable finesse taste the beautiful flavors of the glans
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| Soon I experience the exposure of true libido
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| On all fours she’s gently revealing her parts
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| Displaying moist orifices for a touch of hungry caress
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| A mouthful of lustful appetite
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| The inclination is vaporous
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| A female drizzle of perspiration between open spread legs
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| Femme moans from alluring mouths
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| The effete groan to sticky folds
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| Affected, over-refined, sensuous
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| Moving, elegant, sumptuous
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| La-di-da, la-di-da
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| The inexplicable belle softly stroking the protruded flesh
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| Occasionally embracing it with sultry painted lips
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| Conforming to the movement of the cunts jerking convulsions
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| Shes taking part of the Isis pool climax
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| Drinking freely of the tryst’s glorious ejaculation
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| Its like a fountain jet for ancient goddesses
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| And the abundance of sensual desires only makes the thirst stronger
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| The heat thrive, the hunger grow |