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| No, don�t listen to me, hear instead.
No, don�t glide hands of fear over this soft skin shedding many lives, feel me fearless in this new with you. The overflow is here, so taste me, tongue-touch aching core with stars that will sear and spark my innerflame into supernova that will burn you too, scatter ashes and ignite eternity with thrust and heave that guides me into moan and sigh for you, feel as love floods both of us on rivers wild with pure womanjoy in the silence wrapped around you like soft inner thigh raised on hip, like naked breast to chest as you hold me tight, then let go, because i am releasing in your tender kiss, i am lightning screaming in your palm, orbits screaming into space that craves for touch on the edge of �le petit mort� though i am thrown further out to the sun in the yearning for your-touch on raw flesh and i am ready for your flame to take me, at last, into soul freefall, don�t let go this time, fly me into full flightsong, don�t even let me think, just take us there and let me swallow you into us. |