Goddess of the unseen light of truth.
With a balanced heart of purety.
May I worship you in this secret place.
Stroke me with a gentle feather of torture.
Beating me for kissing your feet.
This paradise is my perfect heaven.
Falling beneath your feminine soles.
As soft as the gentle whispering zephyrs.
That torment me with cold honey carresses.
Up and down my face and flesh.
Under your heels is where I choose to be.
Worshipping you in this total darkness.
by Sir Markus Furiae.
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