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HOT FUG
I wander no longer
I prefer to wait at my master’s chamber
To eat
To drink
To talk of love
He flames my heart
With desire
Never felt before
Enthralled and awestruck
I lose my senses
In
His love
All night long
I am consumed
In a hot passion
Don’t ask!
I don’t
Know
We ever sleep or endlessly frig
Can I even count?
I prefer to wait at my master’s chamber
To eat
To drink
To talk of love
He flames my heart
With desire
Never felt before
Enthralled and awestruck
I lose my senses
In
His love
All night long
I am consumed
In a hot passion
Don’t ask!
I don’t
Know
We ever sleep or endlessly frig
Can I even count?
Published 20th Jan 2015
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20th Jan 2015 4:45pm
The passion's strong in your lines, Naked Soul. I like the use of the word "frig." It's been a long time since I've come across this as an alternative to "fuck." "Quim" deserves some exploration.
