His height like the distance between me and the universe

musculature spicy beneath my hands.

Take me over,

woman as Kingdom to command,

woman as Empire to be appeased with bread and circuses.

Chocolate syrup and heating pads are bread.

Deftly his fingers will do stunts beneath the canopy of my dress.

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