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On the Isle of Lesbos,
Sappho's maidens do not dream of being rescued
by white nights in shining armor,
but rather delight in the prospect of having
their empires of nubile flesh conquered
and
realms of virgin territory explored,
of which no man will ever reside as Lord over,
by the fairer species
whose budding enchantments tittilate
and magic lamps ensconced in thighs
yield divine esctasy
that only the Genia can promise and deliver
when rubbed against one another
in tribulations of joy.
erotic
young lesbian lovers courtesy of Sapphic
Erotica |
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