January 29, 2014

Touching you is like
Playing with a penis

Each stroke moves you
And every shiver underneath
Echoes onto your skin
Like music’s humming

I know now what they mean
When they say that blood sings

Journal: Oct.26.2020
Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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