slowly...methodically... a spirit overcomes
a spirit to serve..a spirit to surrender
until I become molted lava molded by your expert touch
giving you all that I am
placing my life in your hands
begging for the touch..the pleasure..the ecstacy only you can provide
waiting for that voice in the night
the voice of the one I belong to
unquestioningly...uncompromisingly...
unending....
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