and it is the thrash of limbs, in my bed
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that keeps me from sleep, if I could sleep
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it is the musky scent of their sex
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bodies intertwined, that beckon me
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with identical smiles, they said nothing
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but unsistely kisses
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in the torchlight, in the halflight
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I listen to them come
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"oh, Marguerite, we'll have to submit to his will..."
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"we'll have to submit..."
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beckoning me, seducing me
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hand in hand, body on body
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moist to the touch
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the sweat soaked back that writhes in my hands
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the bottomless eyes, cold grey eyes
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that stare as I come
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and the rasping, ragged breaths and
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the entanglement of limbs
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trace the bead of perspiration
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that hypnotises, mesmerises
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I inhale the sweetness of
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the innocence that I destroy
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my shadow rises and falls
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to the dance of the torchlight
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pleasure - delight - domination - damnation
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Marguerite & Gretchen
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Akercocke |