The candlelight flickers

Shadows dance along

Moving, like gentle breezes

Breathing grows quicker

As passion grows strong

She is his, to do as he pleases

The night grows black

And shadows emerge

The wind picks up in the trees

What was that whack?!

Twas the sound of a scourge

As he tossed her over his knees

 

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