i often, longingly, of your striving pinkest

i often, longingly, of your striving pinkest

lips do eat by my own lips curling with

them into a neat pile of tremendous ***

i often, strivingly, long to eat, of your chests

pale basin, the apt fruit of your *******

i, longing, and strive with the savage

electric lash of thy fragrant throat

i dance and marvel at your feeling

my chest hands

i drink of them

and i'm etherised smoothly at

their hot rumple of my skin

and i you just can't barely

for thou art the dripping

rill of Cupid's apt *****

thou art, between darkness

and light, abruptly hung

with my flesh (from which

is sated thy lustful flowers

perfectly glistening petals

'neath me and groaning)

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