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Touch
her naked body writhes like the strike of a match,
while she sheds her shame, like the last piece of cloth on her silky body;
and embraces her imperfection.
the coldness of fingers burns in the warmth of the touch,
and her soul glows,
as a sickly sweet pain brightens her entire existence.
the fire intensifies, on command Of a Goddess within her
who waits for the moment
when the fire can shamelessly devour her, as the flames
rise higher till they reach the gates of Heaven.
while she sheds her shame, like the last piece of cloth on her silky body;
and embraces her imperfection.
the coldness of fingers burns in the warmth of the touch,
and her soul glows,
as a sickly sweet pain brightens her entire existence.
the fire intensifies, on command Of a Goddess within her
who waits for the moment
when the fire can shamelessly devour her, as the flames
rise higher till they reach the gates of Heaven.
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