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The dark angel straddled his manhood,

as her wings flapped in the canyon breeze.

She new it was wrong in the eyes of her master,

but her desires had overtaken her soul.



The soft feel of his lips as he pounded her loins,

satisfied primal cravings long suppressed.

These sensations enjoyed only by humans,

now known to her as she returned each thrust.



Slowly at first and then building to greater pleasure,

until she thought it couldn't get better than it was.

Then suddenly exquisite spasms filled her being,

as she collapsed wishing she was mortal like he.