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The Garden of Pleasures

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That garden, luxuriously green and lavishly arranged with different kinds of exotic plants…
Dark purple locks spreading over tan shoulders. Golden eyes opened to look in grey-blue ones. A swift flick of a wrist and the servant let the tray on the floor, kneeling humbly at his master’s feet, offering sweet fruits. But his master has eyes only for another prize, a much more desirable treat, the lips of his servant.
And he claims them as he had done thousands of times before, just as if eating a fruit; he claims all of his servant, lips, neck, skin, body, soul…