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Apr 2010
my tongueΒ 
makes an unchaste
sign of the cross
over your swollen lips
as i bow in sensual prayer
to your spread eagled altar
early this morning.
and i drinkΒ 
your immaculate fluid
with reverrent lusting
your moans and cries
are my hymns
as we share a moment of bliss
this coming day.
Icarus
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