In the moon’s light
There in the soft darkness
Kneeling at paradise’s door
Opened mouth
To receive the supplication
Like a wanton whore
Licks that are deep and thick
Tasting the ambrosia smooth and slick
Only a moan from within without a voice
Pleasure With utter devotion
As the doors, open south
As if by choice
Sweat glistening from eagerness
With no end in sight
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