Decameron
I envy the hands that you allow to touch... that feel the heat and softness of your skin, the liquor dripping from your sex! I envy the mouth that kisses you, the lips that close on your breast and suck your nipple! But I hate them... because the only hands worthy of touching you are mine! The only mouth anointed to kiss you is mine! The only marks allowed are those of my teeth on that white linen that covers you... of my raw fingers tattooing your skin. The only perfume worthy of your sense of smell is the acrid aroma of my hot body that makes the hair on your body stand on end. The only worthy voice you hear is mine, sweet and seductive... telling you how hot she is, how naughty she is, reminding you that she is a Goddess! And the gift that I beg of you, you grant to some blind, virgin young man... who doesn't see beyond your woman's veil and doesn't see all of your naked divinity... where every part of your body deserves to be touched, explored, and with vigor take your sex as if the next day... the one who possessed you would be the sacrifice offering.
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