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An hunk of forbidden things
Such are the sensations I want
A taste of exotic and pure beings
Hiding a certain color of sin to flaunt

A great freedom of desire
A wanton love for impossible satisfaction
That fills our hearts with zeal and fire
An extraction of my utmost dedication

A mental harem of debauchery
A closely guarded secret
Filled with my every wish and fallacy
A thing sure to make our souls beat

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