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Beast of heart licks her depraved
wounds of want;
palpable of a rare fluidity
where curved poetic tongue molds
into the long licentious
avenues of self darken and
hidden desires
of wanton pleasure(s). Pulling
and twisting and provocatively
controlling me with his energy
of nourishing vibration; lips
urge to speak,
and mouth needs to explore.
A beautifully resplendent stranger
on the other side,
with salt water as the vivid connection
of tides between us.
Imploring to swim in his world.

poem; depraved wound. for [J]; february 13, 2015 1:33 pm

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