She who rules the savage things,
oft on thy bosom he flings.
The eternal wounds of your love, drain all of his powers,
Wide-mouthed, with greedy eyes he waits, as thy person she devours.
Head back, his very soul upon thy lips suspended,
Take him in thy embrace, Goddess, let him be upended.
Hurt the longed-for body with viselike grip,
and with thy teeth lacerate the tender lip.
Lay bare his hidden desires, in tremulous mind and flesh aspires,
Power flows in the Exchange, yours to take and his to reclaim.
With thy body as he lies, let sweet words pour,
Succumbed as he has to that which he adores.
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