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Soulace

inhale baby.. what i exude
scale my mountain
shape me with the oozings from  
your eternal fountain
over-time..we fuck
as hued man and womb
poetic...prophetic
was our doom...our damnation
indoctrinated
through each ejaculation
and orgasmic spillage
soaking in moments of this journey
packed tight..stroked right
until light emanates
we innovate...magik...muzik
and magnificence
through our soul-drippings
skipping heartbeats
as two heretics humbled within
the folds of humanity

Written by Naajir
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