rising a mouth to holy
i am
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addicted
to the coolness of your throat
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A probable stroke
Tag Archives: sensuality
Triangular effects
the surge of waves in your breath
i envision our bodies to eliminate this space
this insomniac inside of me covered in verbs
writing in these hours become impossible
with these invisible hands
when your forehead is the terrace this moon prefers
Sunday in July
Sir . .
The sun thrusts my blues today
This space exhales o’ so desperately
Madness tracing these hems
O’ Sir
Lay your ears against my chest
Thump feel me . .
High Hush
moth ever so present
shedding in it’s ample womb
index castling the contradictions within
grab me for i am open
altering the weight of your skin
you the luckiest of them all
nodding the night around this bed
under my shirt circling
the aphrodisiac
the smell of a real man
so visible isn’t he
his pine needled armor protects
the leafy crowns sewn into me
for i am in love
unveiling the stillness
that lives in this high hush of ours
Thrill Seeker
Heart assaulter you
Surging the waved breeze
The silver beads strung on this hair
Teasing the dizzied skin
Greatness claiming noise
Where the fond things lay
Safely exploring such curves
Love . .
