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Your Majesty,
You demand I look
The way I do when
You first show me a secret.
The light is dim and no one is near
So there is the least bit
Of hesitation, and
I am exposed to your landscape,
Your very nice head tilt
Of a shy awe flowing emerald,
Your little girl disguise;
Although, I know now what lies
Within your naked expanse:
You are my bestial yen famishing
The things I’ve learned while
Laying in your lioness lair,
Where your most edible deign
Inspires the raw pleasure
I gorge you with as you repose between
The pages of my unfinished book
©2008 j.a.o.a.
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