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circadian rhythm
What are those beats
that I hear in my ear
exchanging dynamics
what inside me makes quiver
The arrow it bursts
so I stop in the night
to color the sound
that brings in the light,
The thread of your godhead
is sweating its lust
I could suck it all night
licking your cum
your pantheon’s brilliant
seducing my lock
my tongue is on fire
but then so is your cock.
Published 30th Mar 2016
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30th Mar 2016 6:07am
This brings to mind electromagnetic fields: the magnetic field is strongest when closed...
30th Mar 2016 6:13am
1st Apr 2016 00:13am
"The arrow it bursts
so I stop in the night
to color the sound
that brings in the light, "....this sounds like an auditory dream that I would love to hear...ache to...
"The thread of your godhead
is sweating its lust
I could suck it all night
licking your cum
your pantheon’s brilliant
seducing my lock
my tongue is on fire
but then so is your cock."....& this....this...sounds like the beginning of the dance of fire...to be consumed by the flesh like a super-nova....
1st Apr 2016 3:07am
Sometimes fighting fire with fire is the only way to dolce the flames...
That is some solid verse!
JJ
That is some solid verse!
JJ
3rd Apr 2016 5:08pm
I have been meaning to get to this one. To savor your tongue as you dance around the godhead in mythical pleasure. And you end it in the midst of the heat, but not feeling unsatisfied. I enjoyed this piece, Pisha.
