A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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Parted lips and open thighs,
Come to dine,
On a wine most fine,
Entwined limbs and twisted sheets,
Let my tongue- sweep you off your feet,
Ecstatic cries and half-moaned names,
I come to delve- into parts untamed,
Open for me- crown-ed queen,
Allow me to show you- just what it means,
To feel complete.

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