Her naked streams run upon my palate,
she's no novice to the sin.
She belies the forethought,
of what we thought were prim.
Regulate the entrance,
disavow our want.
Give to me your secret,
your deluge, futures taunt.
I lay and lie upon her,
mother to the kin.
She knows the sweet surrender,
neither giving wants within.
So we allow the torment,
of strangers and decree.
The shepherd and the wolf,
life's sweet love parody.
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