Anonymity, suits me for three –
Sexual is my cup of tea.
Perverse incitement, a cause for excitement
And the love of the succubus shall set me free.

Addictions afflicted, and cause the restriction,
in picking elixirs that would set me free.
A drop of the potion would set to like lotion,
'pon cinder-for-skin, bled from the core of the tree..

Unlock the box, and out on the docks,
slip in a dollar to pay off the fee.
Inspections: delectable, and oh-so-respectable;
a twist of the key just might set me free.

Juxtaposition is wishin' for time to try fishin'
casting spells off the rod to help set me free
Pleasure to measure the treasure of a mermaid,
Sinking below the waves of the sea.

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