Your surface is smooth yet hard,
Shining yet unpolished,
Your sheen is natural and fresh as morning dew;
There is nothing cosmetic about your appearance.
You fill a manís hand,
And as teeth sink into your readily yielding flesh,
Biting away a white chunk of Eden
You are as a virgin maid, taken for the first time.
Therein lies the deception,
For your taste is pure sophistication,
Bitter sweet and exciting,
Simultaneously as fluid as water and hard as tempered steel.
Speak not of innocence, but of temptation,
Your surrender is naught but a clever sham,
If weakness were virtue you would have none;
Truly thou art forbidden fruit.
You can not be serious!
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