“YOU STAND AT THE THRESHOLD OF MY REALM
With the scent of my kin on your skin. But, why else are you here,
IF NOT TO OFFER YOURSELF TO ME?”
Talking in her sweet low voice,
SHE CARESSED ME WITH HER HANDS, DRAWING ME TOWARDS HER,
SMILING AND SUDDENLY,
I FELT MYSELF SINKING.
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