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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 Bizarre Desire
Amaranthine Fetish
Did I hurt you? Was it the bindings Taut against the flesh Or perhaps the fire Waxen on your breast My dainty hands As they forced their way inside Or the cold burn Of my tongue against your throat Truly? It was the love of which I spoke? © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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