Now is the time, sit still in the black.
She awaits the dawn of lustful need.
Blinded by the desire that burns so bleak.
The feeling to be needed, wanted.
Nobody knew the creep of night.
The taste she felt for fear.
How long will it take to realise her pleasure.
The aching depth felt deep within.
Her longing now rises to meet its end.
Pleasure unbound it crests and falls.
Finally the dawn of her lustful dark.
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