Nackte Liebe by Noah Ducane

Apr 2020

What a fountain we made!
You moan like a **** ghost,
Howling when drawn back
Those curtains of meat.

Harmony is a hymn together,
Hot springs to splash,
Staff of diamonds,
Fountain flushed.

Written by

Noah Ducane 20/M/Washington state

(20/M/Washington state)

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