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    August 02

    Gasping

    thrusting

    throttle

    waves

    erotic black

    lace woven as easily

    as you wove your touch in my mind

    seared like hot iron upon the fire

    How I arched and begged for more

    my nipples hard like stone round like sand dollars

    as I swayed to your music of love we never lost a beat

    I let you play me like a whore in your kingdom of whoredom

    washing you in my sea of reckless waves and your milky

    white spray of life consuming me yes you are a life giver and a life taker

    drowning in this red whores sea of passion as I gasp for breath

    and drift away..before you destroy all of me

    9:39 PM | Blog it

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    Linguswrote:
    Wow...the images are almost corporeal. I almost feel the impact of your words physcially. But why would this destroy you? Unless the death of the superficial you and the birth of the your true self is a destruction of a sort. I see it as simply a cosmic correction. The nasty, dirty, filthy, wanton slut that is your true self has been surpressed by silly social norms. Free her don't surpress her!
    Aug. 4

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