Upsetting a modest mind
in the silence of the night,
Sentinel between shadows in endless
eyes widened by insomnia,
That surround hidden desires before
shyness in the sun,
Venturing on the chill of imagination,
Tremors
that bite lips between moans,
Bristling skin when fingers feel
damp,
That are invoked between longings making memories without
even lived,
In a present hidden from the overwhelming
routine,
Fantasies about the real that delighting unreality that
gives incoherence ...
But more pleasure than the truth
We
choose where to be while our minds wander
Between wicked suburbs
where we really want to be,
Out of the routine system
Forgetting
past knowing that we'll only get along
The experience filling our
frozen bodies with pleasures,
2021年7月16日 星期五
🔞🌹🤎That we were more +01
🔞🌹🤎That
we were more than a handful of concerns,
With fire ... sweat ... and orgasms.🤎💖💗💕💓💘💞💝

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