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Nov 2019
Your voice courses through my bloodstream,
Injecting limerence torrents.

Your touch titillates my senses,
Subduing the behemoth that is my manhood.

Your spirit speaks unrefined emotion,
Taking root directly in my being.

Your net essence is the fullest simulacrum of beauty,
Stimulating the dissipation of myself.

Now,
If only I would never wake…
Written by
The Half-Blood Prince  24/M/Alberta Canada
(24/M/Alberta Canada)   
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