Sunday, June 15, 2014

how glad I am you're still with me

I could not live without the

fragrance of your being

filling my nose every time

my tongue worms its way

into your moist hairy cave

and laps at the mortal juices

of our pleasure and surest delight

how bittersweet in the hazy summer

afternoon to lie with you

and know all the misery of living

passing for the instant as we plunge into

the source of our immortality

and lie sated in the passing of this instant....

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