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Cider Press - 9. Predator
Predator
I crouch, a hungry feral beast,
before me lies a scrumptious feast,
for you are splayed upon the bed,
so fair, my breath has almost ceased.
I pounce upon you to be fed,
it's for your flesh my lips were bred
and for your most exquisite taste,
my tongue between your hills is led.
I cannot dine at all in haste,
to hurry so would be a waste
of your involuntary groan
with which your room is loudly graced.
Your pleasure is the best I've known;
it will my every sin atone
until my fullness is released,
and I upon your body prone.
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