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That clever engine which operates purely on guile and intuition has been emphatically interrupted. I do enjoy however having my fluent speech surrendered, my wits differed, and my appetite invigorated beyond limits to consume you at once.
Yet my eyes try, purely overwhelmed not so much by the sight of your representation and silken radiance, ardor, a hint of the forbidden peering from beneath the light fabric of your clothing, that abominable spirit glistening throughout your shapely decor, I am distracted by all the carnal things I wish to do to you too shameful to be spoken casually.
If we were alone, I would have no need for words. My first act to your body would be a slow, deliberate performance which I would delicately take relishing the delight, your eyes a dazzling spotlight as I caress each leg smoothly, the road to heaven not far from reach and perched perfectly in a sea of mystery traveling the entire length of you.
Whatever ache remained from being parched I would sedate just as I would feed from your lips and beg the gods not to disturb this reverence.
Quell their jealousies and observe their teachings in practice as I embrace the whole of you in absence, my mind expanding territory it has never fathomed to receive you wholly and immediately, all for you to bathe comfortably in the knowledge that I am utterly yours.
Distracted and lost, unable to deliver my name.