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Old 10-02-2010, 02:58 PM   #9
Illustria
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My Entry : Succubus.

The Maidens' kiss could cause such bliss
Every night in summer missed
Reverie in milk white hips
Drag sullen sighs from he who pries
for raptured cries between her thighs
A sweet delight, yet steeped in spite
She who's gone by morning light
Preys on his lust, deserves no trust
Robs him of his final thrust.
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