In Lust We Trust
I ache for you in the ancient evening
Prowling tigers, howling prairies,
ice melts,
all in rhymed refrains
in iron chains,
gasping saints,
flagellations
in restraints
swords fiery, fierce
sorcerer's
Oh my! They pierce
O-ver O-ver Ohmygoddess
Yes! I bless the Suns and Moons
and Stars
Burning, Crisping, Smoking,
tasting tongue to tease
lapping up honey, engorged
buzzing bees
Emitting pleasure as we please
Tactile tantalation
erupting sublimation
caressing, cresting
stimulation
I'm on fire
for you
(boop boop be doo)
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