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Anvil of Love
Anvil of Love
Carnivorous man is he
Primeval in all desires
Not to be exiled from delight
As it comes into his sight
Liberate and take the raw
Where is it to lead
Tis a narrow pass
marked with crooked line
And if then let it be
Without plan only quest
nor without key
It's a trick of the mind
Don't look behind
A warm glow in her breast
Fire within the rest
Gallant not
yet strong and bold
Eyes shine mischief
Mischief long desired
pleasure should not be less
No time for slumber
Anchored firmly
That she be fair and wanting
Laid amidst her warmth
A flesh so sweet,
Politeness cast aside
Yet never rude
Tis a shady deed
Her vivid face
Says linger a while
Much longer if you dare
Her trembling knees,
Cheeks no longer pale
This magic anvil strike
And strike again he does
With the patter of his lips
There are no clouds
So many virtues of delight
Prepared for all his givings
No mercy upon her aching anvil
This anvil of love and lust
Only she can understand
With moans from in her depths
Shy replies to her lover's apply
He so willingly not only a tease
Her cries of mercy now demand
More and more upon this anvil graze
Where flesh meets flesh
Such hunger says more again
Deeper not one probe less
Who could this dream deny
As touches could thus bless
It burns with more reply
Lap above the tender thigh
So wild her breathless words
To wilder his practiced deeds
Highs now dangle on a thread
Urgent are her panting needs
Swifter upon this anvil beat
Pleasure as this is never done
Woman who loves her passion played
She knows in this torrid act
For the moment they are but one
He loves as much with lust
She loves his lust as none
This fire from deep within
Upon this anvil never idle
Dip and trace from it's petals source
Not to go it must be come
Her lamp is long lit
This anvil of which I speak
Of course we know
It is her lovely clit
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