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Feb 8
Do you feel the hunger
In my embrace?

A ravenous deep pulls you into me.

(Darkness clings to the stars
the ocean laps, crashes, and slips
Into the sands)

I sip, and sift you slow
through my desires.

How does it feel to be my need?
Tafuta Atarashī
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Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
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