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Thief of the Night

Would you really call me that?

You gave in willingly

Willing me

To show you where to bend

At the waist, so I can taste

What’s at the base, on my face

Drip, drop, now my tongue slide

Enjoying the spoils on the inside

Leaning you down enjoying the ride

Bounce, twist, rotate, pause

As you prepare to get off

One crashing wave after another

Allows me to access your sauce

Your own blend of broth

Taking me asunder

Grabbing hold of your thighs as you shudder

Ripping you in half

I laugh

Slurping down another

With my smile so bright

I moan into your womb, another for the thief of the night

By Stillpoetic

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