it is this quest that thrills people like me
mad love pursuing May heavy rain to kiss
should i dare to hope
you sir fielding my skirt
cool reading my dermis
for the flaring and uncut
playfully dropping shame to greet
bright romance french lacing regards
rousing gentle moonlight stings
taming deeper over sailing me to shore
moaning blouse cheeking buttons
pleasure sipping me focal flushed
madly heavy growing beds to flood
for the flood frequent thrusting hallelujahs
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May I call you Astor?
Your Oblivion was my fluency
My tango tongued wrecking experience
For a twelve tone dreamer like me
Smokey cabaret concertina
For my hexagonal gritty desire
My unrestrained vulgar Libertango
Mister Piazzolla
May I call you Astor?
Your polyphonic eloquence is the pulse of this very phrase
Breathing poignantly desiring flesh
The undeniable freedom that paints me
Cavernously juxtaposing my reality and existence in the golden of your pastiches
