My eyes made her a meal
Which I ate behind the curtains
With the cutlery with my thighs
Her honey pot cured my appetite
And also caught my drift
One wrong trust and gone is that Saint
All help me welcome my proselyte
A freshman into the kingdom of sheets
My unholy convert, counting yet sinking
Chained to her conquest, sinking in her sheets
She's now a glutton of the bed
... The Unrighteous Oliver Twist
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Sola o...*clears throat*
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