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Then she sighed:
" 'i want to
put my
soul into
your
mouth' and
lette all
oscillate;
the Gods
just
don't
make'em
like you
anymore"
and as her
Man,
she exacted
her needs;
whatever
urges
she felt to
cover me with,
I let be:
her
attentiveness
eternal and
arousing -
becoming the
acoustics
that
Spilt over/Split
the complex
terrain of my
stone
walls
damn,
.... .Damn.
"When truly touched, then only then.. I, as in myself become a Haptic Being" - Noire Rose (HowlingWhelms)
put my
soul into
your
mouth' and
lette all
oscillate;
the Gods
just
don't
make'em
like you
anymore"
and as her
Man,
she exacted
her needs;
whatever
urges
she felt to
cover me with,
I let be:
her
attentiveness
eternal and
arousing -
becoming the
acoustics
that
Spilt over/Split
the complex
terrain of my
stone
walls
damn,
.... .Damn.
"When truly touched, then only then.. I, as in myself become a Haptic Being" - Noire Rose (HowlingWhelms)
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