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Poem: Unleashed

Black leather is not for everyone
But you wear it so well its my favorite
Second only to when you wear nothing
Except that devilish grin of yours 
Biting your lip holding back your tongue
That makes promises I know you’ll keep
When the lights are down and silence
Is something forbidden in these hours
When the sounds of pleasure fill the night
Interspersed to prayers to the gods
For sweet deliverance from purgatory
Between each of our little deaths

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