You certainly make me granite,
emboldened with steel
& I know I make you tingle!
O darling, how can
the commingling of
sensuous-words
consummate our
perfect date & not allow us
to become masters
of a lonelier fate,
pray tell?
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
You certainly make me granite,
emboldened with steel
& I know I make you tingle!
O darling, how can
the commingling of
sensuous-words
consummate our
perfect date & not allow us
to become masters
of a lonelier fate,
pray tell?
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