The parallel persuasion
Of her passive, pensive lips
Brought him to supplication
For her stroking or her whips
Unadorned by smile or pout
No wicked thoughts belied
But by a gaze that bore no doubt
Was he, her hunger eyed
A chill coursed through the moment’s heat
When she bared her pearly whites
She’ll tear from him the bone and meat
‘Til the next her hunger sights
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