Profane the words
spill from the lips I love,
hotly breathed.
Spoken into the rhythm,
bodies twisting,
knowing what is done.
I hear, yes I hear
what will be--
till the fever pitch
of wanton mind
is begging,
Yes, yes...
do it,
do it...

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