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As I Fondle That Flesh of Yours
As I fondle that flesh of yours
in the hours of sadness does
it help ease the pain or increase
all the limits of madness or
expel all those rules given…
Will it offer diversion from all
that they make you which hurt
us all over as pleasure is given
with my mouth I will take you
that this touch is forgiven…
Once it gets tempted so sweetly
while we bask in a new glow of
hours upon talking for hours
after it comes to us so slow
that we hardly notice this Time…
As I ponder this forum it makes
me long for the scratched itch
when the decision to touch is
here in this lonely sandwich
to expel all energy sublime...
You were the rebel incarnate
a willow of soul past virtue
and upon all the leaves given
from trees grown as fast as
the Time it takes to be long…
All I wanted was to be held in
the hours called out of need
as we danced under our stars
and reflected that bleed which
could be saved as a song...
in the hours of sadness does
it help ease the pain or increase
all the limits of madness or
expel all those rules given…
Will it offer diversion from all
that they make you which hurt
us all over as pleasure is given
with my mouth I will take you
that this touch is forgiven…
Once it gets tempted so sweetly
while we bask in a new glow of
hours upon talking for hours
after it comes to us so slow
that we hardly notice this Time…
As I ponder this forum it makes
me long for the scratched itch
when the decision to touch is
here in this lonely sandwich
to expel all energy sublime...
You were the rebel incarnate
a willow of soul past virtue
and upon all the leaves given
from trees grown as fast as
the Time it takes to be long…
All I wanted was to be held in
the hours called out of need
as we danced under our stars
and reflected that bleed which
could be saved as a song...
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