our inspiration
become one.
I'll wear your
softness dalliantly,
invested with
the full caress.
Let's not stir up dust.
It stings eyes.
In lieu of fucking,
let us cleave to
sweet reverie
drunk on the
dulcet whisper,
"We."
It stings eyes.
In lieu of fucking,
let us cleave to
sweet reverie
drunk on the
dulcet whisper,
"We."
3 comments:
A splendid art fucking piece David. Liquid.
'art of fucking'? I thought it was a long drawn out way to say - honey, I have a headache.
Uhm, that be what an "art fuck" is idjit.
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