Secrets breath your heart verbatim as I see your eyes in my mind earnest and pleading and wishing for a mother. I could not have been your mother, forlorn as I was without a cause for discipline and redemption at that time in my life’s shambles. Take me away he would where I was more sexed and trembling, more intense and dissembling how we grasped each other’s hands and elevated over, spilled to more, frothing and howling like angels gone mad. We were tearing each other to pieces and lost in waves, crying out dear god you are flying through my blood and I have always held a crazy spot for you are the fragility of fingerbones bending with the strain of writing it all down. I come over aided by the scent of your hair and the texture of your fingertips beckoning me toward climactic shudders and unceasing waves that coarse through the muscles of my body over yours. However I spelt it would mean the pinnacle of everlasting lust lest you hold back your hips from my penetrating lips are so much more than yielding, yearning for the collapse of eyelids and ecstatic sounds of the throat and lungs I would not hold you back yet bury you deeper like we are rolling in the infinite zest of our wily, mud-soaked wings and hold us to wring ourselves out collapsed and crying does it feel like dying? this is the fruit of the vine that christ warned you about so let us unite as sinners of this world too weak for true unity and could we possibly sing the spirit of the soul? I think not. I think we can merely watch wide-eyed as our hearts are eaten whole by the ceaseless appetite of man. I fell hook line and sinker for our happy beginning.
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