At her face so ready.
Right deed, wrong executor
Take his role for him.
Want to act without wont
At this softness so raw.
Shameful way, forgivable intent
Find her role in her.
The canal of my birth
Now enter
For her pleasure my reincarnation.
Wont to let her sample an ought affection
A lack thereof
perpetuated to my heart from her striking hand
deviously felt in my loins.
Want to save us both from his absent love
A replacing of missing
applied to her glans from my pressuring tongue
shakingly felt in her heart.
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