| universes pulse within and gods
abandon fate to wild senses as we reach into my source and need for you (but you know that already) so please come and take me hard beyond the ash and dust of fallen stars and blinded memory of what sweet gaia lacks to birth the storms of union and hot sweat on skinwaves of raw passion heaving into climax into sky into sun that blazes my surrender to your cool breeze upon my breast. |
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| *image: Pino |