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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

Wife Breastfeeding Husband Islam

I want to burn your body,
flames of a thousand sins.
I want to steal your soul,
to paint it black, the more stringent
sin.
I want tattooed on your mind,
drawings of pleasure,
empty jars of feelings, emotions
waterfalls.
I want to affect your skin,
with lips of fire,
desecrate your temple.
For you, I want to build a new

hell of endless rounds. I want
blindfolded, undressed
shame,
owned by freedom
heated only by sins.
I want, I want to ...

pick your flowers.