Without exceptions, I am bad.
Bad, because I want to fuck you.
Erotica is my nom de plume.
Fame is not my game.
I wish to rock your world.
Take you to dark places.
On the parchment, which I scribe.
Before the ink dries.
To the crevice of sensuality.
Your soul, aphrodisiac.
Beneath the caverns, ever so deep.
Awake your fantasies, one's in limbo.
As you surf the tides of lust.
Your passion awakes.
One must be, that they wish.
My bitch, upon a leash.
Remember, you are not alone.
As my cock thrives, to the hilt.
When you cum, the gift is yours.
Midnight pleasures, of me howling.
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