.
Lad, so strong and fresh,
My arms stretch in surrender,
Your eyes are drowning mine.
Man, of stone and flesh,
My softness itches, aches for hard,
Two bodies found entwined.
*Your touch is remaking my soul,
Tied in the knots that are we,
Your lips are the waters that cut,
The fertile glens that are free.*
Dear man, remote, so alive,
Break my locks without cold key,
Free my being with heat, my kind.
*Your touch is remaking my soul,
Tied in the knots that are we,
Your lips are the waters that cut,
The fertile glens that are free.*
Strange, what species enjoin,
In the darks ever unwinding us,
We are but spirits passing time.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
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Lad, so strong and fresh,
My arms stretch in surrender,
Your eyes are drowning mine.
Man, of stone and flesh,
My softness itches, aches for hard,
Two bodies found entwined.
*Your touch is remaking my soul,
Tied in the knots that are we,
Your lips are the waters that cut,
The fertile glens that are free.*
Dear man, remote, so alive,
Break my locks without cold key,
Free my being with heat, my kind.
*Your touch is remaking my soul,
Tied in the knots that are we,
Your lips are the waters that cut,
The fertile glens that are free.*
Strange, what species enjoin,
In the darks ever unwinding us,
We are but spirits passing time.
.
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