She tempered his teeth spread out on her plate, dicing them into threes. His wisdom lay bare on his back succumbing to her pleas.
She nestled within his windswept hair and shaved his beard that day. It wasn’t until she rolled in between his legs that she realized she liked it better that way.
She traversed the canyons of his soul n bit him between, where the wild kingdom roamed and the residue of honey glistened n gleaned.
The pegs that stood aboard his ship were whittled out of wood, but the beating of his heart was fast n shy through the sheets where her victim stood.
She draped him in capes n fine linens that saturated his skin. She gorged his sides til blood spilled out and the beat throbbed within.
A milky white chance spilled over the edge as she stood at the top of his range and…
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