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It is hard,
Ignoring her promises of bliss,
Delivered minute by minute as it is,
In the most enticing of voices,
Flirtatiously and seductively erotic.

Her juice laden fingers,
They beckon repeatedly,
Teasing in your intimate places,
Painting pictures of milk and honey,
Of comforts eyes have never seen.

It is hard,
Closing your mind to her catchy calls,
Repeatedly guarding your heart,
From the reach of her enticing bosom,
But you know you have to try.

The darkness,
You deliberately blind yourself to her allure,
Because you know for sure,
Her loins are a black hole,
From which no mortal ever returns.

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