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Your face is like my gold chocolate Your breasts my silver crucifix I am wrought by your grace into life! You translate anguish into beau..

To say in words that impart The last wings of the late air The hushed scent of how I lingered About you for your beauty mute I lifted spe..

I’ll hold your continent and witness your defenses I’ll call it conquest, friendship, the ultimate sin I’ll slowly dip you..

I want to include death in my love affairs That each time I am hurt, I must push for rebirth! The warmth and movement of a woman Revi..

She sighed, for so much melody She was trapped in the cool of spent emotions, old devotions I tongued her crashed quavering Kissed her ..

I am the hammer-strokes of a humming bird, I am the fervency of appreciation.

This is so terrible but it makes me laugh.

In the intellectual adornment of being an erect serpent I am an authentic relic paying homage To your living remnance, your storm of a heron&..

So I would rather drown, remembering The taste of your skin, the sound of your beating heart Than miss the opportunity, cut me, failure does ..

You are my Lilith, my paradise in sin I cast out demons, to let your Daemon in The feasting, the laughter, my direct contradiction Can y..