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Come

Come to me, come to me, dear one.
With the rising of the moon and
the setting of the sun.

I'll be waiting, naked, in our bed.
Wrapped in red silk, dreaming of
erotic pleasures that lay ahead.

I feel the kick inside as I hear the
turn of the key.
Come to me, my lover, come to me.

Your footsteps are heavy on the
wooden stairs.
My darling works hard to keep me
happy and buy me pretty wares.

Now, your hot moist breath on my neck
causes my heart to skip a beat.
Allow me to bathe in the warmth of your love,
my sweet, my sweet.

My body is my gift to you, enjoy!
Take me, claim me for your own,
My every need my lover meets,
I feel no need to roam.

We are one as the passion rises
and takes hold.
I pant,
I slowly moan.
With one final orgasmic release,
I feel at peace,
For I know I have found home.

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