To devour is taking over,
the passion part of me,
I thought I lost it long ago,
now visions are all I see.
I simply crave to take a drink,
while kneeling on my knees,
For once my quench will be cured,
and I willingly ask 'please'
wetting my mouth, drenching my face,
I feel I am complete,
Swallowing every drop slowly,
keeping a steady pace.
I'm now filled with my lovers gold,
the strength it gives, is power.
After doing this again,
I want to do it every hour.
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