Somersault_
Somewhere summer salt
sounds superstitious.
Left shoulder or was it Right?
Tongue twisted
here her kiss of resubmission,
Place myself booth confession
both confections; sweet.
Hear her orgasm,
am I that open? Are you?
I feel- I mean, I see
Here her hair_I pull,
controlling?
' I'm so under command
I'm so in demand
I'm sewing demons?
Rhyme? Fuck! Reason'¦
Here I pause-
To be continued..
Too be within you..
My hand's strength,
my virtue of patience
My patient
I will not doctor words..
Here with her- here I splurge,
hear her say that word,
I love that word


.mOa.strewnbrained(t/m)

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