you I reach out my hand and slowly slipping into the folds
feel you floating in a swash deliciously dripping
distillate
you try searching for words trying
insatiable lips kissing game collecting
smiling
and I cling to the desire of wanting
as clinging to your hips moving back
collapsing of the desire of passion
mooring there all the flavor
remains everywhere to delight
silk bed cradle of my dreams and you
I try to eat
to vent my delirium that has arching
still the raging throb
your making me groan you
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