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Be my bronzed relic,
all a-cast in torch light
beneath the gaping aperture,
above your satin throne.
You are a sweet and reverent
parcel dwelt by looms,
who spin beneath your bottom,
layering the swash.
I wasn't much for grappling,
but despite myself I set
about to dig my claws in you,
and sink in deep my teeth.
I beg you, don't deny me.
I'll topple into piled bones
from men who'd enter prior,
rising there to loosen dust.
Then I'll reach and gather you,
your bounty and your soft;
emboldened by the sight of you,
your cadence and proclivity
for all such things beyond my grasp,
of which I hope you'll teach me.
I'll carry you, my loving gains,
and show you to the suface.