In the absence of temperance,
I indulge in you.
Submerging myself into the depths of your being,
With an insatiable thirst for your flesh.
Drinking your essence with my lips,
Becoming intoxicated,
Dominated by the power of your skin.
A servant to your body.
I worship you.
In the absence of temperance.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:45 PM UTC
In the absence of temperance,
I indulge in you.
Submerging myself into the depths of your being,
With an insatiable thirst for your flesh.
Drinking your essence with my lips,
Becoming intoxicated,
Dominated by the power of your skin.
A servant to your body.
I worship you.
In the absence of temperance.
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