...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

Some night
When the hour for pleasure sounds
I would like to creep softly
Toward your precious body
To punish your joyous flesh
Bruise your innocent breast
To make in your surprised flank
A wide and deep wound
And, dizzying sweetness!
Through those new lips,
Brighter and lovelier,
To infuse my venom,
My sister!




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