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She was a liberal, except when she went down on me, or I on her, and everything was politics-free and equal between united fronts and sexes. Advertisements
There was pillowtalk in her eyes, underscored by her mouth’s bated languour; Sundays curled in her lap with feline ease, slow jazz dreams on holiday, whiskered softly between her thighs and pinkest belly; she wanted nothing to do with volume … Continue reading
slow beating ache keeping time to breaking lore and softcore myth rising to tease and strip heaven’s knee of its skin my god yes spit and blood and light and yes remixed to teach you and me what angels be … Continue reading
She, the wrinkled pool of lusty glaze and somatic charge, of aural bouquets teasing cherry-bled sound and fragrance from whetted lips, fasting to shape a comely beckon, moon-fed by dark.
It was only when her thighs caught fire that he began to understand the laws of arson as practiced by goddesses imitating sirens.
Trespass, skin on air, fornication with angels– Who turned the lights on?
One turn of the hip, upsetting the apple cart– Eden after dark.
From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.
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