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There is a kingdom in the space between your trembling thighs,
and I am sovereign here, crowned in nothing but desire.
Watch how your breath becomes my instrument,
each gasp a string I pluck with practiced devotion.
I have learned the language of your body's secrets,
can read every tremor like poetry written on skin,
and I translate you with my mout…
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