I want to be your dirty secret
Your private source of joy
Your field of experimentation
Pandora’s box seeking key

I want to be your mystic oracle
Sensory journey of the divine
Your surrendered being
Your enraptured goddess

I can feel your possession
Your knowledge of my need
Claim me lover, anoint me with your mark
Known only by the conclave
The acolytes and Masters of bliss


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