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 Sonnet: Before Him Stands His Love by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2014

   Story codes: Mg, first, poem.

   Summary: It isn't often once sees a naughty sonnet on ASSTR...  But if
you do see one, you can probably guess it will be from the Chris Hailey
Erotic Stories Website!  You're one-stop shop for all your intellectual
erotica needs.

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All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are
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   This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be
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This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of
minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults;
2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy
depictions of rape and abusive behavior.  If you find any of these subjects
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   Before him stands his love, his little girl, Before her, strong,
broad-shouldered: man and king;

   Her skin so pale, like alabaster pearl, His eyes so blue, with merriment
they ring.  She blushes, innocent virginity; Strong hands reach for thin
arms to pull her close.  Her chastity inflames unwittingly, The perfume of
her sex, his thoughts engross.  And so, on the ground, his maid, he lays
down, For royal pleasure, princess opens legs; In grass, in soft down,
hymen yields to crown, And her ripe womb, for kingly semen begs

   She feels him spill out; white stains on her dress;

   His love overflows--a beautiful mess.



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