SPICING UP THE DARKNESS
DEFINING HER
sewing our warm bodies together
flames flew over rinds
glee stings to the radix of your sugarwalls
this is called holy sin
FRAGMENTS OF LUST
sepals on bare tummy
twirling my thirst around your areola
welcoming weft wearing my fingertips
trickling elixir from your mars canal
DESTINED
he palpates her waist bead,
tiny dot of black mole leaps into his tongue
clenching his brittle whispers of zing exploding each others every second
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