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My love has grown into the type that needs to be earned-

so when you knock on my door

lay flowers at my feet

make me offerings of pleasure

with your tongue convince me of your worth

and with your mind undress the corners of mine

that so many will never find.

With your eyes read me like your favorite novel

and with your hands uncover the pathways on my skin

that lead to passion.

Learn me inside out and

like a map

I’ll guide you

to paradise.

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