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I feel her touch,
As nimble fingers brush,
Against keys of this cage.
Within, impulses rush.
She seems to peer inside,
A little gleam in her eyes,
As if asking why I'm here,
And what within my soul still hides.
Expended are all my tongues.
Lost, even the most noble one.
Only a low moan remains,
Welling up inside this prison.
Her scent, unforgetable now,
Like the soft wetness of her mouth,
The hot sensation of her touch,
That creamy smoothness of her skin.
Locked behind these cold walls,
By forces hardly known at all.
I find answers for others,
Knowing my own fate so well.
Alone, painted in shadows and grey,
The creature stirs and paces by day.
Testing the bars by night,
Longing to devour the keeper.
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