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DECEIT
sweet and slow, the night
said lightly
rearing up, roiling
slightly
'round the ever
present muse,
the darling, daring,
Duke Defuse.
rough and rousing,
hard and pounding,
surely shaking, ripe
for the taking,
night's maiden flesh
so sweetly quaking
'round the ever
present muse,
the darling, daring,
Duke Defuse.
rape and racing,
suddenly replete,
a scream and a sigh,
pleasure, too
sweet. and, you know
the dark, she's
devious ..
and then she smiled,
and soon, their child
shone 'round the ever
present muse,
the darling, daring
Duke Defuse.
sated and silent,
shadows furled
his duty done, web
sewn and spun
'round the terribly
useful muse,
the darling departed
Duke Defuse.
E. JARVIS (1999)